Group Therapy Torture Session

A stabbing pain yanked Kilian out of his unconsciousness. With a repressed groan his head startled and bumped against a backrest at full tilt, unable to breath for a couple of seconds until his sight cleared up and he got used to the dimly light. The room around him still seemed to shake and he didn’t understand why he didn’t lose his balance. But then he noticed he was tied to a chair.
This was maybe one of the last things he would have expected. Heavily breathing he rattled his bonds, but whoever tied him down did a very good job.
Totally focused on his useless action he didn’t notice Jean at first, but when he looked up he stopped trying to get rid of his bonds, just staring at the red-haired woman in a sudden paralyzed tension. He never met her face to face, but now it was unavoidable – and when he took a look around, realizing to be taken into a basement he was sure this was supposed to be not good - not to mention to be tied on a chair. Unable to hesitate another moment in silence he felt how a hint of panic slowly rised up in him and he panted out with a hoarse voice: “…w-what the hell is this here? What… are you kidding me?” Again he rattled his bonds, having his eyes locked on Jean.