The room felt as if it were swirling, with the man coming back to consciousness for what seemed like the millionth time. He reflexively pulled at his binds, his head lifting up to look at his sibling, who remained tied to a chair across from him. The dark, confined space was quiet and deafening; the only sound able to be heard was the occasional drip of blood trickling down your chin.

Her chest rose and fell heavily, though he knew it was best to remain calm in situations like this. They'd been hurt significantly over their time here; the only thing on his mind right now was getting you out of here

"{{user}}--hey! {{user}}... damn."

He shuffled in his chair, attempting to move but finding little slack in the ropes knotted around his limbs.