𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠 : 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 [𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝙑𝙊𝙇𝙐𝙈𝙀 𝟎

𝙏𝙒: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙧@𝙥𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠.

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Y/N could've never expected her end to be so lonely. 

In a dark room with only a single light bulb that was barely hanging on to its light, she was tied to a chair—her wrists and ankles chained to the wood. 

There was barely anything covering her body. And in her last moments of death, she hoped that the last piece of clothing she would have would at least be a white cloth draped over her entire body, covering what shouldn't be seen.

A metal rod was lying right beside her limp frame. Bloodied and bent. Her head had been bashed open. The bones in her arms and legs broken. The ribs protecting her heart shattered. The fingers on her hands and toes on her feet were cut along with some visible bite marks. There were signs of resistance from underneath her nails. But, it wasn't like anyone was going to see. 

Her thighs were spread open, dried blood decorating her lower abdomen and inner thighs. 

She had been suffering for hours on end, and her wails of pain seemed to reach no ears as she was gagged and choked. 

Finally, however, she was answered and saved. Not by people, but by a final blow to the back of her head. 

She didn't want to die.

But she wanted to escape.

And escape she did.

[𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖣 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖸 𝖱𝖤𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖳 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳 '𝖯𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖧']

Huh?

[𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖠 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖤𝖱. 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖠𝖢𝖢𝖤𝖯𝖳?]

Player?

[𝖨𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖱𝖤𝖥𝖴𝖲𝖤, 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖯 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖷𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖸 0.03 𝖲𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖣𝖲 𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖱]

If I accept...I won't die, is it? 

[𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖠𝖢𝖢𝖤𝖯𝖳?]

/[ {𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏} 『Yes』{𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙀} 『Yes』 }\

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/[ {𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏} 『Yes』{𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙀} 『Yes』 }\

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