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Takumi blinked a couple of times before scanning the dimly lit room he has oddly found himself in. The newly awakened blonde felt an urge to scratch his head in confusion, however, he found a sturdy rope binding his arms and legs on the chair.
An unusual and nerve-wracking situation indeed, but encountering this situation at least once a month changes this fact to a 90 degree turn. Instead, one would find it usual and, besides being nerve-wracking, annoying. Using the adverb, besides, was not a mistake. I did say that it would be a 90 degree turn, not a 180 degree turn. I wouldn't say that the situation turned to the opposite of nerve-wracking. Who would find it reassuring to be kidnapped by someone you know? Being kidnapped by both a stranger and classmate with stalking tendencies is never reassuring.
It was a fact that Takumi was getting tired of this situation happening to him. It can be compared to when you would watch a horror movie and find it scary for the first, second, third time. However, watching it after ten or so times, you would get tired of it and would not feel as much surprised. And that's what our blonde half-Italian Totsuki student felt.
It didn't take Takumi long to realize what sort of unfortunate situation he was stuck in, the events rushing back to his mind.
It was painfully obvious from the whole dark basement setting, the kinky bindings of rope keeping him secured to a wooden chair, and the suspicious spotlight focused on the lone sofa-like computer chair facing the opposite direction.
"This is why I didn't want to have her twenty-no thirty meters close by..." The blonde thought, his eyebrows twitching from annoyance.
"I see that you have awa--"
Just then, the computer chair swivelled around to reveal the face of the perpetrator. The intended dramatic reveal was blatantly ruined with the chair swivelling three more times before finally coming to a full halt. Letting the blonde male to feast his eyes on his kiddnaper, Shinkotsune Risuko -- a revelation as shocking as my final grades after spending the night binge watching instead of studying.
The young Aldini's eyes dulled for a moment upon witnessing his kidnapper's dim-witted action, making him somewhat pity the female for being designed as a daft character. He would sometimes wonder where Risuko got the courage to do shameful acts and even have it part of her daily routine.
"Let's forget that happened." Risuko claimed with an awkward cough, breaking the ice metaphorically, "Going back to topic, it is I, the one and only White Death! I have given you the pleasure of being once again kidnapped by yours truly!"
The way his kidnapper/stalker switched back to her normal insane self added fuel to his irritation, like adding a lit match to a barrel of gasoline, which we all know that would make it literally burst to a sea of flames especially if the surrounding materials are flammable.
