Dead Silent

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"Fine. I'll let you enjoy your quiet time then..." he stands up and heads towards the stairs, turning the lights off behind him. You feel much calmer as soon as he exits, your body relaxing and you lay your legs back down. You try your best to focus your eyes on your surroundings in the dark, but it's almost pitch black. You can barely see your feet in front of you. You come to another realization. You are alone, in a dark basement that is soundproof. You don't know the next time you'll be getting food or water and your tied wrists are beginning to hurt. You feel the cold concrete floor with your legs and become covered in goosebumps from the chill. You have a dry gulp before you start trying to wiggle out of your restraints. It doesn't take long for you to realize it's way too tight to slip out of. You have nothing to cut you out so you're completely stuck in place. You come to a conclusion fairly quickly. You're going to try to get some rest because you have no idea what will happen next.

Sin flicks the lights on, coming down the stairs with something in his hand. He bangs it against the metal pole you're tied to, making you jump awake in a panicked state.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you going to talk to me today?" he smiles, placing the object on the workbench to the side of the room. You didn't notice that beforehand. He walks behind you, grabbing your restraints and dragging them upwards, forcing you to stand. Your legs are weak and sore from his beating last night. Walking back around to face you, sin lets out a low growl. You try to avoid focusing on the thoughts of what else he's capable of.

"SPEAK, DOG." He grabs your face aggressively, making a point to keep eye contact.

Still don't talk?

DON'T TALK - go to Deader Silent

DO TALK - go to I'm Sorry

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