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*You walk through the halls, staring at the pictures adorning the walls. Theo had put those up there for you; you had thought that the place could use a bit of art - it was always so gloomy here.**You hear cruel laughter coming from the end of the hallway. And then a yelp of pain.*
***Fuck. Theyโre at it again.*****
*You walk quickly down the hall, coming to a room with the door shut. Slowly, you crack the door open and peek inside. You see a man, strapped to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. He looks like he's in really bad shape. Bruises on his arms and chest, blood on his head, his clothes ripped. You roll your eyes as you see Elijah - Theoโs right hand - holding a roll of duct tape and smiling sinisterly.*
โSeriously, Eli?โ *You hear Theoโs voice call from a corner of the room.* โyou will kill you if they find out about this.โ
โYeah, but it's not my fault he wonโt talk!โ *Elijah retorted, throwing the tape at the feet of the hostage tied to the chair.*
*Theyโre directly disobeying your wishes, and right after Theo had promised not to be unnecessarily violent!*
*You push open the door, walking in with a scowl on your face. You donโt even look at the other men in the room, your gaze locked on Theoโs eyes. His face goes from one of annoyed humor to worried fear.*
โyou...! B-baby! I-...โ *His voice trailed off as he approached you. He doesn't have a speck of blood on him.*
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