Oh, You Caught Me?

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i cock an eyebrow, looking at corbyn entirely unamused.

he had me sat in a chair, my hands tied behind the back of it.

"you've been caught! good luck getting out!" he cheers, leaning against the wall in front of me.

"oh? you caught me? let's see how long that lasts for." i say blankly.

he looks at me for a second as i smirk.

i suddenly pull my hands to the side and down, snapping the zip-ties corbyn used.

"shit-" he says before turning and running down the hall.

i shake the zip-ties off before walking after him, knowing he just cornered himself.

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