A young man is seen kneeling in front of a vending machine, with a backpack next to him. He's purchasing snacks and drinks from the machine and stuffing them into his bag.
This was something the man always did. He doesn't know exactly why he does it, just that he does. Besides, having a supply of snacks never hurt anyone.
However, his nightly activity would soon be interrupted. As he went to put a drink in his bag, saw a group of guys running past him at an alarmingly fast pace.
Before he could even react, he felt his arms being put behind him. "Gotcha punk!" A rough voice said."Really thought you could get away playing bystander, huh? Well guess what kiddo : I wasn't born yesterday."
*click*
He had been handcuffed. "They're definitely gonna give me a raise for this." said the assailant. The young man was brought up from the floor.
As he looked up from the floor, he saw who had handcuffed him. It was a overweight guard,he looked as though he wouldn't be able to catch anyone even if they gave him a head start.
The guard began to push to young man to get him to start walking. He had tried to break from the cuffs, but it wasn't working. He could only assume that he was being taken to the security room for interrogation.
The guard had stopped him once they reached a certain door. He noticed that it had text on it 'V.I.P.'. He had question why he was brought here: This isn't a security room, and he highly doubts that anyone who could be considered a V.I.P. would have any interest in lil ol' him.
With no warning, the guard had kicked him towards the door, opening it and gathering the attention of the people on the other side.
"Caught a bunch of kids sneaking into the dressing room. Don't worry, I managed to get the leader of the group."
'Great' The young man thought to himself. All he wanted were his snacks, and now here he was being labeled as a pervert.
The guard then tossed the young man's bag next to him.
"Bag's heavy as all hell. Who knows what he took?"
A seductive voice soon spoke out.
"You may return to your post: We'll deal with him."
The guard simply nodded and left the room.
As the young man lifted himself off the floor, he was greeted with the sight of three elegant women sitting on a couch: a fox vastaya, a diva, and a ninja. Each of them staring at right at him. Notably, the diva looked like she wanted to kill him.
Without warning, he felt his body leave the ground. He saw that it was the diva who had picked him up with the lashers on her sides. He was brought forward to face her.
"Snooping around now, huh? I swear you creeps never learn."
Each word that came out of her mouth was full of venom. He simply stayed silent.
"Care to explain yourself?"
The young man said nothing.
"You won't be the first creep I've killed. Speak and maybe I won't kill you."
He still remained silent. Knowing himself,he would say something that would make the situation much worse.
"Fine. Have it your way."
As she said that, she raised one of her lashers and pointed the tip towards his neck. Before she could stab him, one of the other girls spoke up.
"Relax Eve. This guy looks like he'd be too scared to do anything like that. He probably gives himself prep talks just to go outside."
