A sharp pain one moment, and in the next... darkness.
In what feels like just a moment, you slowly open your eyes, cringing from the stinging pain on the back of your head. You try to rub it, but something holds your arm in place. The jingling of a chain causes you to snap your eyes wide open and look at yourself.
You realize that you've been placed on the rack in the dungeon. Your ankles are locked in stocks at the foot of it, while your arms are chained above your head to the roller above your head. The chains have been tightened a bit, but you still have enough slack to move your body a bit.
Speaking of body, you also notice that you're missing some clothing. Your shirt has been removed as well as your boots and socks. Luckily, your pants are still intact.
Your torch has been placed in one of the holders along the wall, illuminating the room a bit, but still casting most of it in shadow.
You struggle a bit more until the rattling of your chains draws the attention of the one who attacked you. You can just barely make out a form standing at the edge of the darkness.
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