"Well... shit."
I'm still trying to process what is going on. Many questions are popping into my mind at this moment. Where am I, what am I doing here, who brought me here, how was I brought here, when did I get here, will I be late for work tomorrow, etc.
But all the while I'm just sitting in this dentist chair, with my hands and legs completely restrained. If it wasn't obvious from the description of my circumstances, it would not be a farfetched guess to say that I have been kidnapped.
"Yare Yare."
A single phrase that is constantly playing in my head over and over that accurately describes my current feelings towards this pickle I'm in. Probably because I watch my fair share of anime, in particular "Jojo," which is a famous phrase said by Jojo in the show.
I shouldn't be thinking such stupid things when I'm literally in danger at the moment, but I am a guy that isn't sad with his life, but also isn't happy with his life.
I never really considered myself happy, thus if I am going to die I don't really have many regrets. Depressing right? This doesn't mean I'm suicidal, if possible I would prefer to get home soon, but I'm not an emotional person. I'm the type to simply say good grief and analyze situations.
Despite my calm demeanor and my lack of fear in regards to death, I am afraid of torture because I don't like pain, however it doesn't seem like I'm going to die in this situation, but it is also possible I could end up wishing I were dead pretty soon.
About 2 hours have passed since I woke up. I'm just sitting here trying to play all sorts of scenarios in my head on how things will end up. Anxiety is slowly creeping up to me as I fear torture more and more, to the point that sweat beads are visibly falling from my face.
So much for acting tough right? I'm just sitting here slowly getting more and more anxious to the point that I am in fear of having an anxiety attack.
Suddenly, without warning the door opens. Seems like things are about to get started.