My Crazy Psychotic Kidnapper-s!
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Present time...
I wonder where the fuck am I? It's been a day or so since that crazy ass fella kidnapped me from Starbucks across my college. When I get my hands on that asshole there's gonna be hell to pay! A creak of the rusted door sounded and echoed through out the lonely room caught my attention, I turn towards the sound and yell at my kidnapper, "Asshole let me go! What do you want from me?! I'm not rich! And if you don't release me this instance......." Before I could finish my sentence that son of a b***h roughly push a smelly cloth into my mouth. I sure hope it's not his socks because it smells and taste like one! As if blindfolding me isn't enough! He just got to gag me with this smelly cloth! If only i had stayed in Starbucks, If only I had waited a little longer before we went back to college to go to the toilet! Damn....this is stupid! Just for a toilet and I got kidnapped! I'm a freaking hostage! This day sure sucks....can it get any worst?
But be warned! There is a lot of swear words!( Though You might already know! Haha) Oh yeah and thats not all~ this story isnt exactly like what you think it will be.....i got a really annoying imagination so the story will be twisted and turned here and there. Seriously, theres something in this story that you might not actually expect XD
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