An unfortunate awakening...

Max's head was throbbing. He couldn't see anything and he wasn't sure if that was because he couldn't see or if his eyes were closed. All he knew was that he was hurting.

After an unknowable amount of time, when his head felt like it wasn't killing him anymore but was still throbbing, Max tried opening his eyes.

The room he was in was dark, bland, and cold. Nothing else was in his vision but the dirty white walls, this almost felt like some dirty old apartment with nothing in it, from the stuffy air and lack of lighting, it didn't seem like there were any windows, and no air conditioning. Max felt that he was on a bed, from what he could feel, but something felt off with his arms, legs, and neck.

Max tried getting up, or at least sitting up so he could try and get a clearer picture of where he was... but found that he couldn't raise his head, arms or legs. Moving them a bit, Max heard the jangling of chains and an odd fuzzy sensation at his wrists... He was bound to the bed, spread eagle, by fuzzy handcuffs... Why fuzzy handcuffs? He had no idea.

Max tried getting a sense of what he was doing before he was knocked out but the pain in the back of his head was still throbbing. Whoever hit him used something heavy to do so.

With what little room to maneuver he had, Max tried bringing his head up more to look down, and he was able to glimpse that he was also naked from the waist down...

Max was pretty sure none of the women in his life would have done this, so Max was stuck trying to imagine why.

The only thing Max could really see in the room was a door. It was old and worn with dirty white paint on it too. As Max began struggling against his bonds, the doorknob rattled.

Someone was coming in.