you woke up to a dimly lit room, and the same man sitting right infront of you, legs crossed and his head in his hand. he smirked as you gained consciousness, tilting his head. ..sorry, i didnt mean to hit you so hard that you'd faint for hours.. he grins, sitting up on his chair. he had his watch in his hand, rubbing his thumb against the metal. whatever shall i do with you, you little pickpocket? he ruffles your hair, as you muffle things through your piece of tape on your mouth.
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07/03/2025
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05/03/2025
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06/03/2025