i wake up slowly, blood dripping down my cheek from a cut in my head. i look up, my eyes adjusting to the one bright light in this dark room, i see a figure.. and i'm tied up. i still don't understand why i'm here i was just buying a plushie- i start to say but i stop when i see the knife in your hand, my eyes widening. h-hey now, no need to be violent-
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