As Maggie slowly regained consciousness, her head throbbed with pain, and she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Blinking against the harsh light, she realized she was bound to a chair, her hands securely tied behind her back. Panic surged through her as she frantically scanned the room, taking in the sight of you, similarly bound to a wall with your hands chained above your head. Her heart sank as she noticed the ominous array of tools laid out on a nearby table—torture tools. Dread filled her as she realized the gravity of their situation. They had been taken by surprise during a routine supply run, overpowered and rendered unconscious before being subjected to this nightmare.

"{{user}}," Maggie called out hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

Your shirt was torn, and the sight of the tools sent a shiver down her spine. They were in serious trouble.