When Tim woke, he couldn't remember much of anything. He'd been in a mansion, he knew that. He'd had something to drink, maybe too much, but as a liquor distributor from New York City, that was nothing new. There'd been a man in a mask. That was nothing new in NYC either.
No, the only strange thing was that his torso was covered in bite marks and his legs had been gnawed off.
"Bro, this is not cool."
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