The Torture

I can't see. Everywhere is dark. I can't move either. My hands and legs are tied. They've tied my hands behind my back, making it impossible for me to stand.

What's going on? I believe they've tied me to a chair. Yes. I'm sitting on a chair; it's a wooden chair.

I should try falling out of it. I twisted my body to the left side, and before I knew it, I was falling. I fell onto a hard, sandy concrete floor.

Shit, this hurts a lot. I tried rolling on the floor, but the chair is tied to my body, so moving is also impossible.

I need to get out of this situation. How do I get out?

Shit... I was still struggling to stand up when a door opened, and the sounds of footsteps filled the space. Then a familiar scent hit my nostrils.

I heard footsteps again. Another familiar scent hit my nostrils.

Mad... Madison? Shit. It's Madison.