004;
[the positions in the room may have changed a little, but it's still the same set-up: all the victims are still bound...but now with twisted metal. And none so securely as the blond woman suspended two feet off the ground by her own chains (which come from the ceiling).
And Riful smiles ever-so-happily up at her, almost ignoring the other captives there. Especially the unconscious Julian B)]
Good morning, Teresa.
Or should I say 'good evening'?