He lifted his eyelids slowly, feeling sore throughout his body. In front of him laid several other men and women, seemingly suffering the same fate as he was.

He tried shifting to the left, but he simply couldn't. His wrists were raw because of the metal chains that constantly bit his skin. How long had it been since he was out?

Looking around, he noticed that there were others as well, all of them tied up to some form of furniture, to prevent them from escaping. Not like they even had the energy to walk, let alone run off.

The van had stopped and he could hear voices coming from the driver's seat. He squinted when the door of the van swung open, bright light entering the place.

"Get out... All of y-you-"

"Stop stuttering you useless piece of ! Drag them out of my van!"

He heard two voices but was far too tired and hungry to make out the owners of those voices. Shortly after, he felt himself getting dragged and shoved to the floor. He couldn't remember anything else that followed after.