The room was cold, dimly lit by a single hanging bulb that cast long, flickering shadows across the cement floor. The air carried the faint scent of leather, ozone, and anticipation.
He was already trembling, bound to the metal frame in the center of the room, arms stretched above his head, legs spread, body exposed and vulnerable. Wires snaked across his skin, small metal pads affixed to his thighs, his stomach, and lower. The most sensitive areas had been claimed by the electrodes, their presence a silent promise.
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