WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA POVMy heavy eyelids slowly opened, and I shook off the sleepiness from my mind. I gathered myself and looked around. I was in a dark, small room. There was a door in front of me, and a single light bulb swayed gently above me. Cue the typical villain's torture chamber. Looking at my arms, I noticed thick ropes holding me down to the chair. They were tied quite messily, allowing my wrists to twist one hundred eighty degrees easily. I figured I could use that to my benefit. My neck still hurt from whatever was injected into me, and my body felt grimy. How could I let him touch me? Speaking of that jerk, where is he? All of a sudden, the door swung open, and there he was, the jerk himself. He had an evil grin as he looked me over again. I glared back at him. What an absurdly oversized suit. He was rich but had no taste. What a total fucker. "Good m
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