A/N introduction: I haven't done a dark story in a while on my own, but I think I'm liking the direction this is going.  Let me know what you guys think for this.  I have a lot planned for this one.

Yoo Youngjae had no idea what was going on. He had no idea when he fell asleep. All that he knew was that his head felt as if a boulder had been dropped on it several times. Lifting heavy head from where it drooped to his chest Youngjae winced when all the images in front of him swam. A wave of nausea washed over him. His stomach churned and before he knew it a wave of bile raced up his throat, expelling the contains of what he had eaten within the last twenty-four hours into his lap. Gagging on the sharp acidic taste he felt another wave come up, decorating his lap in pink and yellow splatter. Dry heaving a little, he went to stand from where he sat only to discover his inability to move.

It was only then he felt the restraints on his wrists. Turning his head to the right Youngjae found his right arm from his wrist to forearm ducktaped to the chair he was sitting in. Yanking at his left arm, the strong sticky substance assured him that he was completely bound in place. Struggling to free his arms Youngjae grew more alert to the restraints on his legs as well.

His heart pounded in his chest as he tried freeing himself. His mind raced a mile a minute going over what the hell happened and how he ended up in this situation. The past few hours were still foggy.