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Ecco groaned as he awoke. He moved to stretch himself, but realize he couldn't when he felt a sharp pain on his wrists. He opened his eyes and looked up. His wrists were bound above his head by handcuffs which were attacked to the headboard. He tried pulling his hands away from the headboard, having a false hope of it letting him go. He signed and gave up seeing that all he was doing was causing him pain from the handcuffs rubbing roughly against his delicate wrists. He looked around the room. There was nothing in the room except the bed he was in. He did feel uncomfortable being in the room though. The walls were painted black and the light