this chapter is kinda ass, deal with it.
You constantly lived your life in fear of being butchered by the 9 women who called themselves 'Twice'.
But you couldn't stay in the house any longer. You were running short on food supplies and you overly obese whore made you life a living hell with every day that went on and she didn't have food. She would strap you down to the table in the kitchen and pull at your fingernails with plyers and then when your nails came off, she would pour salt on the incredibly bloody and painful wounds.
You couldn't take it no more. You had to make a quick trip to Tesco, but nothing more. They were watching you. You couldn't risk staying in the streets any longer than you had to. That would leave you vulnerable to attack.
You had no car, there was no public transport running and the nearest Tesco was 7 miles away. You had to sprint for your life. You had to get the foods for Big Madame, otherwise she would have you cannibalized instead. But going out was a massive risk.
Basically no choice was going to benefit you.
It was 8am, and you were lying in bed. You had finally decided that you had to go and get food. Big Madame was sleeping peacefully with a rusty pair of plyers that made the most excruciating sound when utilized. You leapt out of bed, but made sure so that your personal whore didn't wake up. Looking in the mirror as you got dressed just to make sure you were still in shape. You weren't. But as you get to the door you take a deep breath and take your first step into the world after 3 months of living in fear.
Thankfully you have your Air Jordans on and you took off sprinting. Although it didn't take you long to realize that you couldn't run 2 feet without risking cardiac arrest. So you came to terms with how out of shape you are and just walked the rest of the way. You were sweating for 2 reasons. Reason 1: You are constantly looking about you to see if you were being followed causing stress levels in your body to rise. And number 2 you are unable to walk due to malnutrition, because that fat slag of a 'woman' you live with never lets you eat. And you never exercise so you are also very unhealthy weight wise.
You safely make it to Tesco without being killed. Woohoo! As you walk down the isles ticking off your shopping list you see two people in hoodies point at you and whisper to other hooded figures around them they come charging at you and while you force your weak legs to support your weight while they run at you. You probably should have chosen a better time to come shopping.
You run into another isle and they cant see you. You finally lost them. One of the figures chasing you walks past without noticing you. It wasn't regular black hoodies they were wearing. It had a pink heart of the front and dates and names of cities on the back.
Those weren't regular hoodies.
They were TWICE III World Tour hoodies.
So the chase begins.
