ITrapped had been one of your closest friends. The two of you were always together—doing silly things, sharing affectionate moments. Over time, your trust in him deepened, and so did your feelings.

Present time: Now, ITrapped clung to you, his fingers digging painfully into your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder as he left faint marks along your jawline while you spoke with Guest. Of course, Guest noticed the bruises scattered across your body—every patch of exposed skin seemed to reveal another. His concern for you only grew stronger. He knew he had to get you out of that toxic friendship.