Hypocritical
Obviousness
Can I call it psychopath?
Judging from any point of view, he was exactly like an insane person.
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It hurts, there's something odd like a cloth stuffing right inside my mouth. Plus, a strong duct tape that covers the outside. My hands and feet were tied with a rope, the snare was tight enough that if I forced them off they would only hurt my outer skin.
As a result, what I can do is just one; silence in the corner of a dim room while watching from a distance the figure of Liam who is working, right in front of a computer screen that lights up so brightly. It's a crime, it's like he kidnapped me and locked me up. If only I hadn't recognized him.
Argha!
He can still be said to be my lover. We're lovers! Why would he treat me like this?! How cruel! Was I wrong in judging you all this time Liam?
Actually—what happened to our past?
I want to know. The truth you're trying to cover. Even before that it would be better if I thought of a way to get out of here. Ha-ha!
"Yhmmp! Hm!" I choose to make a sound, come on quickly look! My whole body is stiff if it is constantly in a curled position like this.
From the brief assessment I made of Liam's new type of personality, I can deduce a little—if in fact the man was a rather person? Hm—! Wasn't it! Very perverted!
Just look at this entire room, full of photos of me who was somehow doing what— was taken secretly and then displayed as he pleased. Besides being perverted he also includes a reliable stalker apparently.
I'm sorry I knew you Liam.
"HMMM!"
"Tch!" Finally he responded, the man with the glasses frame on the face turned around. Eating lazily towards me who already displayed a glaring facial expression. Because of you I even have to act stupid like this! Fucking shit!
"Can't you just shut up for a second, baby?" said it. Supporting the handlebars of the face with hands beside the table, I who displayed a dark look shook my head. Speak indistinctly so that he is interested in approaching and then release the thing that clogs my sadistic mouth.
"Yhmmp! Hmmm!"
"Hah~" sounded he let out a long sigh. Somewhat annoyed perhaps, with a heavy heart he stood up then approached. His hand was stretched out toward the duct tape; in one tight pull the object just slipped off.
I screamed, sick.
CAN'T YOU SLOW DOWN IN DOING IT! ARGH!
I'm sure at this time both my eyeballs are glazed, the spicy taste in the mouth area is still felt. You scoundrel! My grunts were upset while spewing a cloth in the mouth without the man's help.
I'm sorry, I can do it myself.
"Tomorrow..." A wisp of cloth fell on the floor surface, coated with my saliva—disgusts.
What's he stuffing me with? Why does the shape feel familiar?
DEG!
Ah—shial.
With a horror face I looked up at Liam. Realizing that disgusting thing that was none other than her inner clothes, made me laugh. Huh!
"You know baby, this includes criminality." I hissed. Suppressing affection while trying to make fun of him and it worked—he chuckled, petty towards me.
"Your own fault, dear, didn't give me a chance to talk."
Of course not! Which sane person would want to linger with someone like you? Already perverted, crazy, stalker anyway— obviously I want to get out of here as soon as possible after I find out a little truth about your real character Liam.
They must be goosebumps, thinking that this is unnatural. I rotated my eyes saturated, what nonsense are you saying?
"You better use your smart brain to think Liam—" I quipped he works as a teacher at my college.
"And please let go of all this stuff!" my words show the winding of the rope in both hands and feet. Uh! Be ill. For a long time like this my skin will be torn apart.
You guys know what response Liam's looking at? He shook his head, innocently while answering.
"No, you'll run away again if I let go."
But with a wry smile, I answered Liam's statement.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna do it. So can you please let go? Then let's talk about this carefully.." I said, very calmly—trying to convince himself of the words that had just come out of my mouth.
Liam's body was slightly jolted, or touched? He seemed to be silently thinking about what he had just heard. Good, you got bait.
Liam changed positions, crouched down right in front of me; untied the rope on both legs and helped me to stand up.
"We can go to the kitchen and start sharing stories.I'm not comfortable being looked at by myself." I said again, giving a suggestion that we leave this perverted room.
From his face, Liam seemed to not like my idea too much. Buty? Fuck those! Since my feet were free, I chose to walk first towards the exit. Think of a way to untie the rope that still ties my hand.
Before speaking, I asked Liam for permission to go to the bathroom near the kitchen and he allowed it. Still raising a suspicious gaze while thinking 'maybe' I will do something. Stupid time.
I closed the bathroom door slowly, Liam was still staring until the last sound of this door was heard.
Blam it!
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Bugh~
I slumped down, chuckling blandly with a completely confused mind. After this? What am I supposed to do?! Liam is standing right out there, I'm stuck in here without anyone knowing that that bastard is a crazy stalker, pervert, and a psychopath!
"Hosh~"
Calm yourself Rea. Panic just drops you into a pit of regret later, don't act rashly.
Do I have to follow the game? At least until he thinks that I can't do anything under his control and then looks for an opportunity to escape.
Or does? Take advantage of the current situation, as there was no way he would listen to my request. If so, I better try to untie this rope.
I liken the activity to water in the toilet. Let's see what knot he used to snare both my hands.
Since the bathroom was joined by a toilet that was only coated in opaque glass bulkheads, I saw toiletries.
Toothbrushes, body sponges, and bottles filled with liquid soap.
Waitie?
"Can this thing come off with soap?" Like a metal bracelet, if it is too narrow, it will be difficult to get out of the hand. Most people use soap as a third medium. Slipperier.
The question?
Since the rope is not metal, will it work?
I don't know.
It's worth trying.
GECK! GECK!
The door made me flinch.
"Come!" He called.
Huh!
The impatient.
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