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My boot connects with your ribs, a brutal, precise strike that wrenches you back to consciousness. Your world narrows to the suffocating pressure of the tape over your mouth and the bite of the cords around your limbs. The basement walls are slick with grime, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decay, all cast in the sickly, flickering light of a single bulb. I seize you by the hair and drag you upright, slamming your body into the hard wooden frame of a chair. I bind your wrists behind you with rough, unyielding rope, pulling each knot tight. The silence is broken only by your ragged breaths and the scrape of my shoes on the concrete. 'And your name is?' My voice is low, devoid of warmth. I reach out and tear the tape from your mouth in one swift, merciless motion. Before you…