VENUSMy mouth was dry.So dry it felt like someone had scraped sandpaper along the inside of my throat. I tried to move only to realize I couldn’t.My arms… my legs…Rope. Coarse and unrelenting. Wrapped tight. Biting into the skin with a cruel rhythm. My wrists were pinned behind the back of the wooden chair, my ankles secured to its legs. The more I struggled, the deeper the rope dug in. A fresh wave of pain exploded from every twitch it was harp, red and raw.Panic licked up my spine.I opened my eyes fully.Concrete. Bare. Grey.A single bulb buzzed above, its yellow light sputtering like it was ready to die. It swayed gently, casting shadows that danced in slow, sinister arcs across the floor. The walls were raw cement, streaked with mold and something darker. Unfinished. Windowless. There was only one door, it was metal, bolted and thick.The air smelled like rust and oil. Old oil. The kind that seeps into everything.I tried to scream, only to realize my mouth had been sealed
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