⚠️Extreme Trigger Warning⚠️
• Slight Abuse, Manipulation, Cussing, Death, Mature Themes, Sexual Abuse, Gore, Suicide, Cannibalism, and Rape
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"Can't you see Princess? Everything I'm doing is for you. I'm risking my friends...
BWAHAHAHA GUYS I KNOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SERIOUS BOOK BUT ALL OF YOU ARE COMMENTING YAMYAMS IS SANGWOO AND I-
I DID THIS ON IMPULSE
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ITS JUST A QUICK COLORED SKETCH BUT-
OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT! IF YAMS DIDNT PLAY VOLLEYBALL, TELL ME STRAIGHT TO MY FACE THAT YOU CANT SEE HIM PLAYING BASEBALL
HE GIVES ME STRONG BASEBALL VIBES
FBSKALNDBAKALMD
IM SO TEMPTED TO MAKE THIS THE NEW BOOK COVER 💀💀💀💀
I CANT BREATHEE
-Nixeon-
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My eyes flutter open.
...
'Where am I?'
I glance over at the gore in the corner. The smell has gotten significantly worse. Their bodies look more rotten than before, even though it's only been about a day.
My eyes wonder some more, landing on the hundreds of creepy ass photos of me lining the walls. My belongings were piled up on the nightstand neatly.
'Oh yeah....' my eyes start filling with tears. Goddamnit. Stop crying. You need to get out of here.
'If I stay in here with this smell I'm going to fucking go insane'
I sit up, feeling cold chain links around my neck. My hands wander up to said object, tugging at it.
'A chain collar?'
There's a lock on it so I couldn't loosen the chain enough for my head to squeeze out.
'Great'
I try to open my mouth, but there's a gag in my mouth with tape over the gag
'Even better! I cant call for help'
I look down at my uncomfortably tied up limbs. My ankles were tightly bound together with a thick piece of rope. And yet I couldn't see my wrists because they were behind my back, I could feel more thick rope rubbing at the skin.
