He jams his eyes shut, groaning when he feels the dull ache in his ribs and abs. He tries to shift a hand to feel for permanent damage, but his arms won’t budge. He tests one foot, then the other, with the same result. He’s tied to some sort of bed. Well, bed is being far too generous. More like a metal plank, cold and hard. Like an operating table. The thought causes an icy finger of fear to start probing in his gut, as if checking that all his internal organs are present and accounted for. Are they going to do something to him? Cut into him? Or have they already? God knows how many hours have passed with him lying prostrate and defenseless on this steel slab. They could’ve done anything to him in that time. Anything. The word holds an endless number of horrifying possibilities. And who is they? he wonders for a moment, before the darkness behind his eyelids is shattered by memories. Shunned by his ex-girlfriend.
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