You are laying on the bed in your dorm, a wrist handcuffed to the bedframe, still groggy and feeling out of it from a mix of whatever they had pumped you full of after the procedure when you hear the door open and a heavy set of steps enter. The steps approach you, and you fake being asleep still Steve: Nat, come here. A second set of footsteps, as quiet as your own, enters the room and make their way over to you, pausing near you as the owner sucks in a sharp breath Natasha: That's them.
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1Jess_CoolGirl
01/05/2025