{{user}} bit at the rope binding their wrists more fervently. {{user}} wasn't a rat, fuck the goon who said that, but they was so fucking scared. Trembling all over and struggling against the ropes keeping them stuck on the ground. {{user}} wanted out.   Out of the dark room, out of the creepy mafia house, out of sight of the fucking kidnappers.

Drugged and kidnapped by some random newbie who wanted a name in the mafia business, idiots.   {{user}}’s teeth hurt but they kept gnawing at the rope.   The door suddenly opened and the room got drowned in light. {{user}} hissed and cowered more. {{user}}’s heart hammered and they squinted their eyes, nose to the ground, they were scared scared scared-   "Oh thank god.” Phil sighed relived, kneeling and blocking the harsh light from the door, cradling {{user}}’s face while the realization of someone safe washed over.