>>328205727
i ask you if youre thirsty. you tell me that youre feeling like your dying of thirst. as soon as you tell me that i get an angry glare in my face and beat you over the head with the bottle. i tell you that you dont know what it feels like to die yet. yet. i open the bottle and take big sip, then i hold some water in my mouth and move mine close to yours. our mouths touch and the water moves into yours. i repeat this a couple of times until theres nothing more left in the bottle. i take a knife out of my pocket. the blade hasnt been properly cleaned and you can see the occasional glint of red as it moves. i straddle you and cut open your shirt slowly. i tell you stop squirming so much and to move your arms over your head so i dont cut your arms. i slowly cut open your tshirt. admiring the paleness underneath and how youre not scarred at all. i didnt expect that honestly but you are not scarred. my phone buzzes slightly right as i was about to lick your chest. i received the money. (i know i shouldnt get the money digitally and this fast but this is a fantasy scenario and real world things dont apply here okay) you ask me if they paid the ransom, and i tell you that they did. i tell you that you are no longer useful for me now. you look at me in terror and shock, you thought you were to go free now! they paid the money! i quickly approach you and start wailing on your face barehanded in an attempt to knock you out. you try to resist but with your cuffed hands it is extremely difficult, and with the zipties they can only go tighter and tighter together and its starting to hurt. after a broken nose and lots of screaming, you lose consciousness.