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You attempt to pull off the filthy cloth but a tight rope catches under your chin. Your hands shoot up to quickly untie the rough rope knot and peel away the hood. Aside from being able to smell the metallic not-so-fresh air, you can see outside the room but your eyes haven't adjusted well enough. You run your hands over your body and legs, everything in its place and no incision wounds. It feels like you just woke from anesthesia and your knees wobble as you stand to brace against the closest wall. You catch your breathe and see that the room continues into the pitch dark beyond the chair you were held captive at. Despite how unwelcoming the

You wake with a jerk that shook your whole body out of its seat. You fall with a thud. You swing your head around but only darkness and a thick, musky breath scented cloth surrounds you. Panic quickly grips you as you try to remove the mask only to find your hands are bound by some block, wood it feels like. A scream is about to escape your lungs, it's crawling up and is building to a crescendo. As the sound prepares to echo out, a rusty screeching creak somewhere from the unknown ahead of you, slowly squeal. The floor that held you must have been concrete. The cold dripped into your back like snake venom spreading through out you. Slowing to

"Hey who's there?" You call to late, trying to muster a projecting confident sound. Only silence, not even the faint sound of someone escaping from you. You get up feeling like you'd recently drank half a bottle of hard liquor, fanning your hands around for support as you teeter dangerously. You catch hold of the chair you fell from and feel cold steel with some cracked padding. After stabilizing yourself against the chair you reach a shaky clammy hand for your face. Your first attempt to yank off the cloth hood clacks your teeth together as the hood fought to stay on. Using your free hand you grasp at your neck in an attempt to free yourself