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Danny struggled to open his eyes. His mind was foggy and he couldn’t recall where he was or how he had gotten there. As his vision slowly came into focus his memory started to come back. He was in the apartment where he had been called for an interview. He remembered thinking it was strange that he should have an interview in an apartment rather than an office but the man he was to meet assured him that in its early stages, he was saving his company money by operating out of his apartment and that soon they would relocate to a proper office. 

All of this came back to him as the apartment materialized before him. Why did he feel so groggy though? He remembered taking the drink the man had offered him before sitting down but he couldn’t think of what happened after that. He felt too tired even to lift his arms. Attempting to do so, he noticed the restriction around his wrists and upper arms. He tried to move them again and realized more clearly that were completely immobile. More awake now, he attempted to move more of his body. His legs too were restricted as well as his upper body. The panic that this induced released enough adrenaline to jolt him into full consciousness. He became immediately aware of the tight ropes lashed around his wrists, his ankles, his torso. 

He began to struggle. One arm has tied to back leg of the chair directly at his side. The other was bent behind him and tied to the back of the chair. No matter how much he tried to free his wrists, they would not budge and he could not reach one with the other to try to undo the bonds. Feeling frightened now, he tried to twist himself out of the ropes binding him to the chair. But they were too tightly tied across his chest, beneath his pecs and under his arms, preventing him from slipping the ropes over his shoulders. More rope wound around his legs and crotch, securing him to the seat of the chair. His ankles were tightly bound to the chair legs so that his feet were just high enough to be unable to make full contact with the floor, preventing him from trying to push himself up.

When he’d exhausted his attempts to find away out his bonds, he called out in frustration. Or at least he tried. He’d been so busy with the ropes he hadn’t noticed the material that was blocking his mouth. His frustration came out as nothing more than a muffled groan. The material, he guessed it was his own black bandanna that he kept in his jacket pocket, had been knotted and shoved into his mouth to fill it entirely and and then been securely tied behind his head. He tried to move his jaw to work it loose but it was too thoroughly tied. He attempted another call for help that was stifled by his gag. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” said a voice from behind him. The door behind the chair to which he was bound had opened without his noticing. The man with whom he was supposed to interview stepped out and walked around the chair to stand in front of his captive. “I’m so happy you could come for the interview,” he said with a boyish, yet sinister grin on his face. He was similarly dressed in a shirt, slacks, and tie. Danny noticed how his attire accented his muscular form. The man could tell Danny was admiring his body. Still smirking, he reached out of his pocket and pulled out another bandanna, identical to Danny’s which was currently gagging him. The man thrust this one in Danny’s face, tightened it around his head, and securely knotted it at the back so that he could no longer see anything. His captor then firmly grabbed Danny’s torso from behind. With one strong hand securing him to the chair, the man swiftly untied the ropes binding Danny’s hands and upper body. He then used the same rope to tie his upper body to the back of the chair beneath his arms. Before Danny had the chance to struggle, which would have been pointless as the man’s grasp was so firm, he bound Danny’s wrists together, leaving enough rope to pull his arms above his head and fasten the rope to a hook attached to the door behind him. When the man was finished, Danny was just as unable to move as he was before. He twisted and writhed in the chair but the ropes would not loosen and he could not budge. His protests were no more than moans through the bandanna gag.