Volume Three, Chapter Two: Appearing Together

I wriggled like a worm, desperately struggling, feeling several painful burns on my exposed skin, but the ropes binding me didn't show any signs of loosening; instead, they felt even tighter. It seems the person who tied me up was a pro, could it be the legendary sailor knot?

Luckily, not long after, two people came to release me, allowing me a trip to the bathroom and even got me something to eat. Other than that, there was no further physical abuse. But I feared they might have drugged the food, so I didn't eat a bite or drink water, call it self-torture if you will.

When they were taking me to the restroom, I tried to escape, successfully knocking one out, but when the other pointed a dark gun barrel at me, I surrendered. Only then did I realize that escaping from a den of evil using kung fu, like in the movies, was impossible. Because the bad guys have guns, and no matter how good your kung fu is, it's useless against a firearm, not to mention my barely competent skills.