Damien had drunk himself into a stupor so much so that the bar he had spent his evening at wouldn’t serve him any more alcohol.
Damien was outraged, but when they threatened to call the cops on him, he could only stumble out the door.
When he was outside, the world outside spun on its axis. He dropped to the ground and was unconscious within moments.
He had passed out drunk in the gutter. With nothing to his name, no woman, no assets, he had spent his last dime on a glass of scotch. He truly had nothing now.
When Damien woke up next, he found himself inside a dungeon-like room. It was a windowless room, and the only light came from a small lamp from overhead.
Damien struggled to get up but then realized he couldn’t. His hands were bound to the chair in was in.
That was when he hear
