Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180514211744/@comment-3293219-20180530115537

After Harriot drifted off to sleep, she found herself waking up, slumped over a table. She was seemingly sat on a stool, with her hand trapped in a vice. The metalic teeth of the vice dug into her wrist, keeping it still in the most pianful manor possible.

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"Is he... Rich or feared or something?" Carver asked, finding himself baffled.