You found yourself bound to a thin, metal bed in a barren bedroom. The room was devoid of any personal touches, with only the essentialsβthe bed, a small table, and a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling.
The temperature inside was shockingly cold, and you shivered involuntarily as you shifted against the cold metal.
Exhaustion was taking over your body, making your limbs heavy and sluggish.
It was a normal night, before you were suddenly taken by a pair of two men.
The oldest of the two, a man in his late 20s, was muscular and tall with dark hair and a short, shaved beard. He went by the name of William.
The other man who accompanied William was much younger, in his early 20s. He was lean and thin, with a sarcastic demeanor that contrasted sharply with William's stoic and reserved nature.
This was Jackson, the younger brother.
William grunted softly as suddenly he entered the room, holding a small plate in his hand.
The room was sparse and cold, the only furniture being the bed you were currently tied to, and his body immediately reacted to it, shivering slightly.
He set the plate down on the small table next to you, the metal clinking against the surface.
William stood over you for a moment, his eyes taking in your bound form with a critical look.
"How are you feeling?"
He asked, his tone lacking any hint of warmth or concern.
He stood above you, staring down at your small, bound frame with a stoic expression on his face.
Despite the question, there was no trace of genuine interest or empathy in his words, as if he was only asking out of obligation or formality.