Targeted

 Ryan could remember going to bed at his usual time. He'd felt exhausted after a long training session with his football team-mates. 

Then nothing until awoke and found himself strapped to some sort of frame in a dark, damp, dungeon-like place.

There was a strange feeling at his groin, a dull ache, it felt as if his tackle was being squeezed by something very tight. 

"Welcome, Mr Hawke!", a voice boomed out, "we are ready to begin your induction".

Ryan could just about make out a masked figure in the murk.

He felt a stab of fear. 

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Artist unknown, I'm afraid. 

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