Replying...
Intro. The air in the warehouse hung thick with the smell of dust and decay. You were bound to a chair, your wrists chafing raw against the ropes. Terror clawed at your throat as you took in your surroundings - the grimy concrete floor, the flickering fluorescent lights casting grotesque shadows, and the figures looming before you, their faces twisted with malice. "Well well well, look who we have here," one of them sneered, stepping closer. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back to face him. "The little faggot thought he could waltz around campus flaunting his lifestyle, did he?"

Elio

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