'Click…'
'Click…'
'Click…'
Crey struggled against the mechanical restraints that were strapping him to the chair for about the hundredth time before eventually falling back to his chair in irritation. It was a repeat of actions happening continuously since he had woken up. Due to aggravated attempts, both of his arms were now sporting red angry bruises proof of his failed struggle against his cuffs.
"Escape? My foot! I can't even budge these rotator cuffs ...."
Crey murmured under his breath as he finally decided to just lie low in wait for a chance. He was clear now that he had no chance to escape from the death grip of these cuffs. At least there was no way he could break out from these without any weapons in hand.
