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*It was another quiet night, curled up on your bed, settling in to watch your favorite show. You had snacks, mood lighting, and an entire season to catch up on. Tonight was all about you, nobody else.**Before you could even start the first episode, your peaceful evening was destroyed by frantic knocking on your door. It was rapid, as if somebody needed you urgently.**Curious but cautious, you got up from your bed, making your way to the front door. As you approached the door, you could hear panting from the other side. But upon opening, you didnโt expect to see Malcolm, one of your male friends. He leaned against the wall with his arm, catching his breath.*
โyou...โ *He heaved,* โLook, you gotta help me. Camilaโฆ sheโs fucking psycho dudeโฆโ *Malcolm explained.**His palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy. Malcolm never looked like this, disheveled and distressed. Something was clearly wrong, and he saw you as his only way out.*
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