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... fluttering against the glare, he found himself stripped buck-naked on a rusted metal bed frame—thick, coarse ropes biting deep into his wrists and ankles at all four corners, yanking his body spread-eagle wide and immobile, muscles straining useless against the burn.
He parted his cracked lips to scream or beg, but nothing came out—just dry air rasping silent from his paralyzed throat.
A harsh surgical bulb dangled inches above his head, blazing white-hot merciless into his dila ...
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