Chapter 35: Torture

Gradually, Mr. Woods regained consciousness, only to be met with a searing headache that pulsed through his skull. He winced, closing his eyes against the pain, and attempted to move his limbs, only to discover that they were tightly bound.

Panic surged within him as he surveyed his surroundings—an empty room, devoid of any comfort, with a single dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows.

Disoriented and plagued by thirst and hunger, Mr. Woods wondered how long he had been unconscious. He tried to wrench his arms free but felt narrow straps dig into his flesh. He cried out in pain and stopped trying to free himself. Desperation gripped him, and he shouted for help, his voice a blend of fury and fear, the stale air choking him.

Suddenly, a creaking sound reverberated from the rusty hinges of the door—a signal that someone was approaching. "Seems like our new acquaintance has finally awakened," a voice exclaimed, infused with an unsettling excitement.

Mr. Woods