The Skeletator Man

I open my eyes and look up at a ceiling.

I'm sitting in a chair, can't move.

What feels like a belt is holding my head in place to the backrest.

I move my eyes down; I can see most of another man's face there.

His head is also strapped down.

His eyes are darting left and right, teeth clenched, struggling to free himself.

I make my own attempts, knowing they would be useless, but trying anyway.

The chair is bolted to the floor, it won't move. The man is pretty close to me, if we could move, we could probably touch.

I'm scared.

I have no idea how this will play out.

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Then a grotesque hunchback comes in and says, "And then a skeleton popped out."