Shit, my head hurt.  Slowly opening my eyes, I was met with darkness.  The air was cold and damp.  Dark, cold, and damp.  Where was I?  Underground?  A cell?  The air felt confining.  Tasted stale.  Bringing my head up, my stiff neck popped.  I wanted to move but no, something trapped me.  A jacket?  Odd, it was backward.  Holding my arms behind me.  Straightjacket?  Moving a leg, I forced myself back into a wall.  At least I wasn’t strapped down onto a table or chair.  That could’ve meant trouble.  Not that this was good.  Resting against the wall, my eyes attempted to adjust.  The room was blacker than night.  With a pounding head, the only question I was concerned with was who had captured me?  I wasn’t t...

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