pt.2

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Marvin awoke to a throbbing headache and he groaned in pain, reaching his hand up to hold his head. The last thing he remembered was… He tensed, suddenly alert. Henrik had laced his drink with a sedative. He slowly opened his eyes both because of his throbbing head and because he was afraid of what he might see. As he did he saw he was no longer in his bedroom… But a completely different room. One he had never seen before. But as he looked around, he noticed that the room seemed tailored specifically for him. He slowly sat up and saw that he had been laying down on a bed in the corner of the small room. Then he felt something wrapped around his waist. He looked down to see a metal chain wrapped around his waist. He tensed and stood up. “What the hell?!” He tried to shove at it and pull it off, but no such luck. It was on for good. He followed the tail end of the chain and noticed it was connected to the floor in the center of the room. Marvin was panicking now. Had Henrik really done all this? He looked around again, trying to calm down. Hope tugged at him as he saw a door. He ran towards the door, only to be stopped short by a sharp tug at his waist. The chain was keeping him out of reach of the door. “No! Damnit!” As quickly as the hope had come, it was drained from him. He sank down to his knees on the purple carpet. He desperately tugged at the chain, but to no avail. He sat down. He needed to calm down… He needed to think… “Why would Henrik do this to me…?” He muttered to himself, his eyes watering and a very stray tears slid down his cheeks. That was when he heard the door’s locked click and the door creak open to reveal… Henrik

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