"Your grades are shit."
"I'm 25." I lean back on a bed so soft I feel like I'll fall through it. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
James rolls his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Your highschool grades."
I stare at him with the most annoyed expression I can muster. Is this fucker really on my ass about grades from 8 years ago?
James is the guy who keeps coming in to my room to harass me, by the way. He's not even cute enough to get away with it.
"When can i get my stuff back?" I ask, changing the topic. "The room you guys gave me is nice, but I want my shit."
"You can have your stuff back when you're deemed trustworthy," He stands and open the door to my room. "Your trials start tonight. Be prepared."
"Dude, at least give me my vibrater back!" He ignores my words and slams the door, the lock clicking into place.
After being kidnapped by the Chainers almost two weeks ago, I woke up washed, dressed, and in some fancy room. Well, fancy to me at least.
A double sized bed with cute flower blankets, a desk with nothing on it but pens, paper, and erasers, and a dresser full of clothing. There is also a bathroom connected, with simple build: a shower, toilet, and sink.
Ah, and the loveliest part, the camera facing my bed. I do like my clothes, though. A baggy red sweatshirt and black sweatpants.
Flipping off the camera, I stare directly into the lens and stick my hand down my pants. Honestly, I'm just fixing my wedgie, but why not have a little fun with it?
Also, I'm not really sure what this whole "trial" thing is. He never explained it to me. It's probably some fucked up experiment thing, you know, like in the movies.
"If I was in a movie, I'd be the main character," I move my hand around violently in my pants, for the effect. "Because I'm clearly so charming."
The door opens an hour later, and James enters without permission. "It's time"
"Ight bro." I jump off my bed and contemplate crab walking at him.
"Don't you dare crab walk at me!" James clicks his tongue.
"Fine." I sigh, walking toward the door like a normal person.
Wait, how did he know I was thinking that?
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