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>When he awakened, he was clean, no longer strapped to the floor, and naked >except for a clean pair of underwear that didn't quite fit. Instead, >however, he was strapped to a chair, ankles and wrists, in a different room, >very small, with only a single candle illuminating the dark space, and only >one door. This time, the door was metal, and the walls were covered in some >kind of soft material that dampened sound. His stomach growled >involuntarily, and thirst burned his throat. David almost started to cry but restrained himself...he wouldn't die here...somehow...but there was a comfort to sitting rather than lying down. >Some time later, the door opened. A woman entered and the door shut behind >her. She was beautiful by anyone's standards; petite, graceful figure, long >red hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wore a green dress >that complimented her skin and hair perfectly, and matched her eyes. She >also carried a large container of water with a plastic straw in it. David looked up at her and rasped, "Who are you?" >She came over and held the straw to his lips, letting him drink his fill. >"Slowly," she cautioned in a kind voice. "You'll make yourself sick." He hacked a bit and spit some water over himself-he used his shoulder and wiped his chin, "I don't want to die here."
