Brian shrieked as he regained consciousness.  He looked around the dank basement. A glow emanated from behind him. Incredible pain drew his attention to his bloody wrists. Pieces of a saw blade had been cut and welded to the handcuffs that held him in the old dentist’s chair

Every time he moved, the blades dug deeper into his shredded wrists, sending jolts of pain up his arms.

“Do you like them?” a man said, stepping from the shadows.  “I made them just for you.”

Brian’s head reeled from the impossible apparition.

“Ryan?”

“Hello, brother.” 

A sea of questions flooded Brian’s head, but the biggest one rose to the surface.

“How did you get out?”
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