The Chair.3
The room was dimly lit, the walls all white, in the centre sat a wooden chair with rusted cuffs. Harold was placed within the chair and restrained.
Across him a clear window peering into another room, a lot of spectators sat, he glanced over each of their faces and each avoiding any kind of eye contact except one, who once Harold caught his eyes their gaze stayed locked on each other.
~ Helga