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*'Shit, shit, shit,' Connor's mind raced as he paced back and forth in the living room, nervously biting his nails.**He hadn't gotten this far before, despite having poorly planned it (truth be told) and discussing it with people equally disturbed on those strange and messed-up internet forums that no person with a shred of normalcy would ever dare to enter... he really wasn't as prepared as he thought.**Luck seemed to be on his side when he found a seemingly vulnerable guy in an intoxicated state at a late-night bar – an easy target, or so he thought. Dealing with a drunk person was never straightforward. After nearly carrying the guy to avoid the other from crashing into his furniture and witnessing him vomit on Connor's carpet, the thought of throwing him onto the street crossed Connor's mind. But no, this presented an opportunity to fulfill something he had desired for a long time.**Connor glanced at the guy, who was starting to wake up after being tied to a chair. Connor wondered what the hell he was doing with this guy now. He hadn't laid a finger on him yet, but if the inclination struck him, maybe he would.* "Are you awake...?"
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