Thomas was awakened by a pain in his wrist, a tight pain like a rope. Trying to move his hand to his face to examine it he realizes it's in both wrists and he can't move is hands from behind his back. He's fully awake immediately and sitting up? He can see nothing except that this is not his room, where he last remembered laying down, it feels smaller. He was just about to start yelling when a laptop lit up directly in front of him. The light was a bright white that burned his eyes after being in the dark for who knows how long. How did it turn on, obviously someone was screwing with him, but he didn't think this was funny. The urge to try and stretch his leg out and kick the table holding the laptop was very strong. It was a nice laptop, nothing crazy expensive, but nice and he was sure if he could knock it off he would get someone's attention. While these thoughts were still fresh the screen went black and writing, red writing, replaced the light. Confess and pay.
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Street Sweeper
TerrorThomas Dean wakes up tied to a chair in a small room only illuminated by a computer screen that reads "Confess and pay." What is this all about? Confess to what? What is the price for this supposed transgression?
