"Hmmmm…" Jack groaned as he regained consciousness, finding himself tightly bound to a chair.
He tried to scream, but his mouth was sealed shut with strong tape. His eyes darted around, adjusting to the dim light of the room.
Click!
The lights flickered on, revealing an opulent, lavishly furnished room.
The elegant décor and the clear attention to detail screamed wealth—something Jack was all too familiar with, having grown up in a similar environment.
"Well, it seems Prince Charming has finally woken up," a young man's voice drawled from behind him. The tone was light but carried an undercurrent of menace.
Before Jack could process the situation, another voice—one he recognized—pierced the air.
"Help! Somebody help me! Let me out! Untie me!" a woman's frantic screams echoed from somewhere nearby.
"Hmmppp!" Jack struggled, trying to shout through the tape, but it held fast.
