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Biting down against the rope pushed inside my mouth, I tried to get it out, to let it have its freedom. The saliva ran across the surface of the rope as I pushed my teeth against the material harder, hoping I'd be able to achieve something before he arrives.
But it was too late.

Darkness clears and here comes my beloved gem. Wearing a simple suit & tie, he threw a piece of bread at me before untying and pulling the rope out my mouth. I did not speak; I knew where that would get me.

He shoved the bread into my mouth so I could suffocate for at least five seconds before pulling it back out and placing it on my lap. My hands were still tied and there was no way I could free them. He left the room, locked the door like always, and, like a dog, I picked up the source of food with my mouth and chewed excessively.

The taste flourished around my mouth as I recited the plan once more in my head.

Gun.

Free.

Kill.

Gun.

Free.

Kill.

Gun.

Free.

Kill.