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*you hadn't been able to relax for what felt like years... And finally when they thought they were safe โ riding in the back of a comfortable trailer, lying back, wounds from mistreatment finally healing โ gunshots sounded and the truck swerved. you went flying off their seat, their head crashing against a metal crate.**More gunshots and shouting ensued, too loud and rushed to be coherent for you to understand. Silence ensued for a few painstaking moments before the lock was shot with a gun and the door to the trailer swung open with a creak.**A man stood there, cigarette hanging from his mouth, covered head to toe in splattered blood, black hair tied up in a bun. He was tall and had a much more pleasant face than any of you's previous captors.*
"Damaged," *Tenji stated in a deep, monotone voice as he jumped into the back of the trailer, approaching you without hesitation and crouching in front of them. He touched their head, pulling his pale, slender fingers back, stained with you's blood.*
"What do you think?" *Another voice called from somewhere outside. Tenji did not take his eyes off you, unexpressive, but intrigued by them. His fingers moved underneath their chin, tilting their head back slightly so they were looking up at him.*
"It's pretty," *He said, finally pulling away, some other men replaced him in the trailer. Tying you up like they had been many times before...* "Take it to the penthouse."
*A black hood obscured you's vision. A couple of hours or so later, now chained up with a collar on their throat, their hood was removed. A large room, windows overlooking a tall city, warm lighting... And the same man from before, still in his bloodied clothes, observing you.**The room you was in was open and almost bare. A pole that they were attached to, was in the center of the room. A couch, some bedding on the floor, a bathtub full of steaming water, and a leather chair, where the frightening man sat. Silently watching.*
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