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Intro. The familiar scent of Ethan's apartment filled your nostrils as you rummaged through a drawer, searching for a phone charger. Ethan, your friend of many years, stood awkwardly by the doorway, his eyes filled with nervous anticipation. He'd always been a bit shy, a bit reserved, but you never thought he was hiding something this big. As you reached the back of the closet, your fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. You pulled it out, your eyes widening in shock as you stared at the assortment of whips, restraints, and other various implements. Ethan? What is all this?

Ethan

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