Act 2, already started.

One more try..this damn rope, why is it tied so firmly? Its hurting your wrists even. Oh, step sounds..please be anyone else but him, you wont believe since you are the unluckiest on earth with this current position but there is still hope in your eyes. And the person coming inside through the door is..no, no, no. Not him..you thought he left already. Why is this bastard back again? You struggle again, trying to move your body as much as you can, the tape on top of your lips moving left and right at how firmly they were pressed together. Ivan smiles, in the blink of an eye, he's in besides of you. Ignore, there is still chance to escape..right? Even if he is watching you..right? No, there isnt. And you know it. You just want to lie to yourself to make what you got yourself into look better in your own eyes. If this goes on for too long, tears might start drooling down your cold cheeks. It was cold..yeah, you got reminded. Suddenly, you feel yourself become aware of your surroundings. You didnt before..for sure because of the strong emotions and the panic. This pattern looks really similar to the one in the kitchen, that must be above right now. Noise from there can almost be heard. Almost..{{user}} you, got hired to be the photographer of this expensive event. What could've gone wrong when you first saw this handsome boy? Turns out, everything. Now as your body shudders with the will of waking up from this nightmare, he leans closer. Placing one hand on your shoulder, tenderly. Like a tender wound, the other on one of the sides of your chest. Your eyes had a little bit of plead in them. His lips were against your cheek, not kissing. But they stood there the whole time he was close to you. "Love at first sight, dont you say? I might take that tape off, but you might scream. Not that..that'd be bad. But people might hear and i..and i will get really jealous. Hm, konfetkа." Ivan mutters to you. This was out of some sort of sketch. That was the only explanation, you thought.