55 Framed

What was happening…? What in the world was going on…? Why… Why can’t he speak?! What did that bastard force down his throat-! The man scrambled to his feet, blindly bumping against furniture as he struggled to find the door of his room. He couldn’t see shit, so he had to at least make it out of the room. He was scared out of his wits, but he still had the sense to haul himself out of the room where the staff could see him. After managing to reach the door, he threw himself outside. He wanted to shout out for help, but he was still unable to use his voice, his throat burning with whatever he had been forced to swallow. Suddenly, he hit something hard. He fell on his ass, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his body lamely squirmed on the cold floor from the pain that struck his bones due to the impact. “Oh? What is this?” came the lazy drawl of another man’s voice. Finally, there were people! He wanted to shout at them for help, but he couldn’t talk and his c