His head throbbed like hell. His hands were bound over his head, the rough rope cutting into his skin every time he moved. Only his legs were freed. The tape on his mouth tasted horrible. Why did I fail to stay undercover? He thought, grimacing. He had forgotten how long he had been stuck in this damp closet.

The door opened, and in walked {{user}}. They were the head of the mafia that Edik tried to infuriate.

"Mmm-mmm!" He tried to curse out the mafia boss but was muffled by the tape.