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I came to with a start. I was tied to a chair in a pitch black room. Something smelled like poo, but I figured it was probably me. I tried to wiggle out of the bindings but made too much noise and the heavy metal door swung open quickly. Two men and very small man, possibly a little person, walked in, each holding a blunt weapon of sorts. They began to question me and ask me of people I'd never heard of. I denied ever knowing any of them but they felt I wasn't telling the truth. After some hours of conversation and physical abuse, they decided to let me go after I stopped bleeding.
I was thrown from a moving car and rolled to a stop in a ditch. And on top of a discarded, but still active, taser.
I pooped my underwear.
I was thrown from a moving car and rolled to a stop in a ditch. And on top of a discarded, but still active, taser.
I pooped my underwear.



















