Drumming Sound (Jack and Finn fanfic)

My hands grip the poles on each side of me. I wish they were made out of softer material, so I can sink my fingernails in them. My small cries and sporadic whimpers, ma no impact on my situation. I was alone. In an unfamiliar bedroom. Chained to the bed. The door swung open, causing me to jump and emit a yelp. The man who opened the door appeared vaguely familiar. Now I remember.