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you slowly fade into consciousness, noticing your wrists and ankles, tied. Bound to the uncomfortable wooden chair you were sitting on, your ears ring before fading out into nothing. Suddenly you're met with a smooth Irish accent as you force your eyes open. They blur slightly from the sudden amount of light,

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey."

your throat is dry, voice raspy from disuse as you try to speak