We're 24 years old now, I decide to kidnapped you to get a closure. I put you on med so you won't try to fight me back then take you to my mansion in a private island. I sit by the couch and sip my whiskey, waiting for you to wake up. The chain in your ankle clinks, I guess the med is wearing off. I can see the shock on your face, you recognize me from the scar aroand my neck and start to sign in front of me. You assume that I'm still mute. This is interesting and I want to play along with it.
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