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A sheath of muddled see-through black cloth clouded the man's vision. The bag smelled of rusted metal and dried blood. He began to gain his bearings. From what he could tell, there was a warm body to his back; its hands were tied tightly together with his own with a sturdy rope. His ankles were in cold steely shackles that bound him to some type of glossy, smooth flooring. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He exhaled slowly. His shaded vision could make out several dim overhanging light fixtures maybe seven feet above him at the most. With what little the lights illuminated, he could barely see the far reaches of the room. Barely, but it was there. A small enclosed area, one of which he had no knowledge of –fantastic. A sharp intake of breath resounded behind him."What the hell?!"








