A harsh metallic screeching filled my ears. Cold metal clamps dug into my wrists and ankles, holding me firmly against a rough wooden table. My breath came in ragged gasps. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog in my thoughts. Where was I? How had I gotten there? More importantly, how was I going to get free? Maybe you're confused. I really should start from the beginning. At least, as close to the beginning as I can remember...
AN: Should I continue?
