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BRIAN'S POV CONTINUES

I slowly opened my eyes, recognizing the ceiling of the luxurious house.

It had a pure white ceiling top, with lights buried in them and a chandelier right in the middle.

The walls were painted in gray, with shape patches of black on the left and right wall, which were my favorite colors.

The color coding of the room instantly made it a place of comfort, but it didn't erase the million questions in my mind.

‘Where the fuck is this?’

‘Was Stacy abducted?’

‘Who’s behind all of this?’

‘Why?’

The list went on and on, every question opening a link to another.

I tried to get out of bed, but my head was still very much aching from the blow it received. Additionally, I found my hands chained to the bed rails below.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed out loud.

“Hello?” I yelled, calling the attention of anyone at all who could hear me.

Hello?” I yelled even louder, dragging the chains on my hands forcefully.

“You're up,” I heard a familiar voice, with bold footste