Carl felt disoriented as he groaned, his head throbbing with a dull ache. He opened his eyes, but was met only with a void of darkness. There were no lights, no identifiable features to indicate where he was.
He attempted to move, but his body refused to cooperate. His hands and feet were bound tightly behind him, and no matter how much he struggled, the restraints held firm. Desperately, he tried to employ some techniques he had learned for situations like this, but a sudden jolt of electricity surged through him, tearing a scream from his throat.
"AHHHH!"
After a moment, the pain subsided, leaving him panting heavily. He tried again, but each attempt was met with the same excruciating shock. Finally, he conceded defeat, forcing himself to think rationally about his predicament.
'I have no idea where I am or what kind of place they've imprisoned me in, but it's undoubtedly secure. Even if I screamed at the top of my lungs, I doubt anyone would hear me.'
