An Iron Chair
GUSH!
"Cough, cough."
Vano woke up with a sharp pain in his nose and the back of his head. The room around him seemed spinning as Vano forced his eyes wide open. Vano could see the silhouette of a strange man when he finally regained consciousness. The man smiled evilly as he watched Vano coughing from the water he had poured on him earlier.
"You're finally awake."
Vano's body unconsciously shook with cold because someone seemed to have removed his clothes when he passed out. By now, Vano roughly knew that he had just been kidnapped by someone. They had now tied him to an iron bench, leaving only his pants for him to wear in the cold temperature of the room.
"Like son, like father, right? You have the same gaze. That arrogant gaze, as if you own everything on earth just because of your money."
BANG!