The Captured Follower
Tight ropes bind you to the ceiling of a leather tent. You can feel the skin on your legs torn and flaky where the ropes dig in. The pain is bad, but its not enough to stop you thinking.
The room in front of you is empty except for a small table in the center and corresponding chairs, you try to turn around but its too painful. On the table is a small set of ivory keys. You're not sure, but you think you might be able to reach them. On the other hand, something about this place is eerily recognizable and you really don't feel like leaning that far forward only to find out that you can't reach those keys.
The room in front of you is empty except for a small table in the center and corresponding chairs, you try to turn around but its too painful. On the table is a small set of ivory keys. You're not sure, but you think you might be able to reach them. On the other hand, something about this place is eerily recognizable and you really don't feel like leaning that far forward only to find out that you can't reach those keys.