obscuredmemory
Drip, drip, drip. The sound drilled into his ears, identical to the rasping feeling of his parched throat, and the pull of the rope on his wrists. Every sense was heightened, every hair was on end, and yet all he could focus on was the drip, drip, drip of the distant faucet.
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