CHAPTER 2

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Everything went blur right in front of my eyes as the video started playing... there was her back as she moved venomously towards me and sat in my lap as I was tied up to that small wooden chair. There was no one in the room except the two of us. She grazed her lips with mine and as I was about to lean in for more, she pulled back, laughing her heads off. I was demanding "what do you want?!" But she ignored my question and walked out of the picture. My face stared back at me. Confused and desperate.

There was utter silence as she came back in the picture with a stack of papers and asked me to tear them off.

After nearly placing the stack in my lap, she cut the ropes of my hand with a blade. The blade slipped and there was a small cut over my arm. The pages were torn by me after resisting for a while.

Dude! I remember the tortured expression on her face which the camera didn't capture.

Then there was complete silence as the screen turned black. I gave out a ragged breath. My knuckles went white. "Who recorded this?" was the question burning at the back of my head. Why this small part of the 24 hour long day?

And then I realized. It wasn't just this small part.

The player again buzzed into action. There she was, tears in her eyes as I was lying over her, on the ground...partially naked.

This couldn't be happening. NO!!!!!! How could she allow this to be... fuck.

"STOP IT!!!" I screamed.
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The girl in the media resembles Helia. She has aburn hair and blue eyes of the deepest shade.

Just our character here isn't as smiley as the one in the media 😉

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