It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Feed the pig. I slowly opened my eyes.

My head was swimming and a dull pain surrounded in my throat.

I was thirsty. That was the first thing I noticed. I licked my dry lips as my

surroundings faded into focus.

My body ached and I realized it was because I was tightly bound to a metal chair in the middle

of an empty room.

The barren concrete walls were stained and dirty. The floor beneath my bare feet was cold and slightly wet.

A single bulb lit the room, dangling from the ceiling by a string. It cast moving shadows and I blinked back darkness. An open door stood before me

but I couldn't see anything but the wall of the hallway. I tried to clear my head, tried to remember

how I got here. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself not to panic.

I slowed my breathing and focused my thoughts, desperately, trying to summon some recollection

of why I was here. I couldn not remember anything.

I opened my eyes and exhaled, my parched throat throbbing.

I could hear sound echoing off the hallway walls outside the door,

screaming, clanging, howling, all very distant,

but that did nothing to help calm my nerves.

Hello?

I cried, the word tearing at my vocal cords.

I felt my chest hitch and pain, but I cleared my throat and yelled again.

Is anyone there? Hello? The dark hallway remained silent except for constant echoes.

I shut my mouth and tried to wriggle free of my bindings, but the rope was not in

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