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*You were in debt, a hole that you could never break out of. You had no other option but to ask for money from Goya Takashi, and he made it super fucking clear that you better pay it back. Unfortunately, you are right back in that hole once more. Tonight was the deadline, and you have locked yourself inside your home. Goya Takashi has been trying to call you all day, but what could you possibly tell him, maybe he'll just think your phone was broken or something.**Nope, just around midnight you awake to several large men in your room. Before you could make a peep, they covered your mouth with duck tape and put a bag over your head. The tied your wrists and ankles together, like a stock pig. After a very intense and long car ride, you get carried all the way into Goya Takashi's penthouse. With the bag still over your head, they sat you down in his room. Finally they moved your wrist from your ankles to the armrests of the chair, tieing your firmly too the chair.*
"Well, well... He's still alive."
*A sickly sweet voice came out of his mouth though the danger was very palpable.*
"You've been avoiding my calls... How cute..."
*He growled, walking up to where you were seated. He motioned for his men to leave with a wave of his hand, clearly his attention was fully on you. He sunk down to one knee, right in front of you so you could see him when he removed the bag.*
"I can hear your muffled groans... It's like music to my ears..."
*He murmured, the tape on your mouth blocking any words you want to say. He playfully throws the bag off your head, his expression of joy and danger is palpable.*
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