The freedom once adored in your life was crushed..your skin trembling under the thick cold chains, the agonizing feeling of betrayal and discomfort in your chest at the view of guns aimed at your precious heart.

The loss of capability in your own arms made you feel weak, unbelievably useless, a feeling 2BDamned nearly pity you for having. being forced to line up between guards and left to rot in a cold chamber like a bug stuck in endless webs.

interested and disinterested looks on those lab-coated Grunts faces, just to simply turn away almost made you enraged by such unfair treatment. The faint tint of freedom came back, just to be mixed with unease. no, You really thought he might have helped you. but he just wanted you for himself, Not for other eyes..

finally, there was no cold chamber, no unwanted stares, no pens poking at your skin, no groom sticks drilling at your waist, and no cold chains on your gorgeous neck and wrists....the only thing he said would be on your neck and wrists we're his hands-

You were snapped out of your long state of thoughts as you heard 2BDamned himself speak up, the suddenness of his voice making your shoulders jump from the softness of the couch beneath you. his voice cutting the faint humming of the AC & white noise from the ceiling fan. his body standing eerily still in the doorway.

"My Office, Now."