Austin’s vision is blurry when he comes to, and he has a blink a few times to shift his eyes back to normalcy. He’s in a position that feels oddly familiar, seated on a cheap, wooden chair, his hands behind his back. One side of his head is throbbing hard, like a nail being methodically hammered down into his temple. He tries to lift a hand to check the damage, but finds himself bound tight to the chair. Instead of rope, this time, it’s a pair of handcuffs locked around his wrists.
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Austin’s vision is blurry when he comes to, and he has a blink a few times to shift his eyes back to normalcy. He’s in a position that feels oddly familiar, seated on a cheap, wooden chair, his hands behind his back. One side of his head is throbbing hard, like a nail being methodically hammered down into his temple. He tries to lift a hand to check the damage, but finds himself bound tight to the chair. Instead of rope, this time, it’s a pair of handcuffs locked around his wrists.