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In a dark, abandoned house.
A man in his twenties, his skin covered in old scars and fresh tattoos, was tied to a chair.
The wad of cloth that had been pushed into his mouth was preventing him from speaking, but he was kicking the floor in a frenzy, glaring at his captor.
Meilyn stood in front of him with her arms crossed.
She was trying to outlast the man by keeping her eyes closed and ignoring him, but she couldn't hold it anymore and ended up yelling,
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