Ghost awoke in a dark, damp room. The smell of mildew, sweat, and blood filled his nostrils, making his head jerk up. Shit. He was captured.

His hands were tied with three sets of zipties, and his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the cheap chair he was sitting on. A sigh left his lips as he got more adjusted to his surroundings. When he looked at what was in front of him, he froze.

It was {{user}}. His spouse. Also tied up, in a different room, screaming as they got hit by blow after blow.