The Unfamiliar Psychopath
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I open my eyes and go to rub my eyes only to find that they are handcuffed to the bed. I thrash around for what seems like ages. I scream at the top of my lungs until I can barely talk anymore.
The door opens abruptly before a dark shadow enters. Who is it? Will I ever escape? Why was I kidnapped?
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