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Everything was dark. 

How cliché, I thought.

I knew I was wearing a woolish bag over my head from the scratchy feeling I was getting.

Very cliché.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" A voice snide, ripping the bag off my head.

It hurt a little, but I made no expression. I only looked at the human in front of me in annoyance. I was nearly done with this crap!

"Hello again, Agent Thomas. Long time no see." The human smiled a yellow smile.

I rolled my eyes as I glared at him. I really was getting fed up with this song and dance... Which is saying something! 

"Go fuck off, asshole!" I shouted at him, my eyes glowing lightly.

The man tsked at me, wagging a finger like I was some child! ... Not the point!

"Such a mouth from someone so young..."

The man pulled out a knife, his smile turning into a twisted smirk. I knew what that smirk meant... So many people have been killed by that smirk...

I struggled against the ropes binding my arms, trying to get out. All that did was rub the material against them, reddening them...

"So many things to do to you~" He purred, swiftly jabbing the blade into my shoulder.

"GAH!" I ceased my struggle, the pain almost unbearable!

Looking down, I saw the blade glow a sickly green color. That only happens when a weapon has been enchanted to lower ones defense and to heighten any pain given to them. Fuck!

"Let's see how long you can last before you spill your guts~" He purred lowly, a vicious, lustful look in his eyes.

I felt scared... I was so scared... I wasn't going to survive this...

No one does.



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