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"Hello?..."
Pick up the phone for little old me? Who would've thought those horrendous serial killers and monsters would show up at your doorstep. Who knew that they'd be so horny all the time.
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With a sense of urgency, Y/N delved into the depths of the dresser, his hands sifting through the once neatly stacked clothes now haphazardly strewn across the bed. The sheer audacity of their captors to procure garments that fit him perfectly elicited a mixture of bewilderment and anger. He tossed aside yet another pair of boxers, frustration etched across his face.
The room, once a pristine sanctuary, had transformed into a disheveled chaos. The careful arrangement of clothes within the dresser had been disrupted, leaving a trail of disarray in its wake. Garments spilled out onto the floor like a colorful tapestry of desperation. The air carried a faint scent of mustiness, mingled with a tinge of anxiety that permeated the room.
Y/N's gaze shifted towards the broken window, a cruel reminder of the tantalizing freedom that lay just beyond his reach. The once-clear glass now bore the scars of shattered dreams, jagged fragments reflecting the dim light that filtered through the tattered curtains. However, his hopes were swiftly dashed as his eyes landed upon the iron bars, a cruel testament to the meticulous planning of his captors.
"Frustrating, infuriating," Y/N whispered under his breath, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and anger. He tugged on the chain that bound him, its unyielding grip preventing him from venturing too far from the sturdy wooden post of the bed. His attempts at breaking free had proven futile, each strike against the chain with various makeshift weapons proving no match for its strength. A broken glass bulb lay on the floor, the remnants of a failed attempt to shatter the chains with a desperate act of force.
