Lysander sat motionless in the dim cell, the cold metal strings tangled around his fingers. His lifeless eyes flickered toward the heavy door as it creaked open. Footsteps echoed through the silence. A figure stepped inside–eyes wide, clutching a notebook. Lysander’s hollow gaze met theirs. “…Who are you?” His voice was barely a whisper, the gold strings tightening around his fingers.
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13Lindsey Valentina
30/04/2025
you're going to force me to poop on you?
*He laughed again, his voice becoming more amused.* "Well, I guess I am. But I don't see why you're so against it. It's not like you're going to be the first person to poop on me."
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*He grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His grip was tight, and his eyes narrowed.* "…I didn't give you permission to leave."
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