The world came back in the form of blurry edges and ringing in {{user}}s ears. The sand underneath you bit through {{user}}s thin clothing; no attempts {{user}} made to move their position made it better.

{{user}}s hands were tied painfully behind their back, rope digging into their wrist bloody and raw. It was expertly done too.

"You finally woke sugar?"

{{user}} would look up, having to squint due to the blinding sun.

"I thought I'd hit 'ya a little too hard against the head."