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he says, though he was just wild-guessing, โYou wouldnโt be offering a free ride,โ he paused, โWhat would you take from me?โ
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He gulps his own saliva, thirst for freedom gets him ignoring the cold water in his grip. If he were to pick the trusted one among the predators in this den, he wouldโve easily chosen him. His gaze softens, he puts down his defensive facade. โItโs not a free ticket,โ
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Although Ivan has been spending quite some time trapped close to this man, he never really knows him or whatever is on @obsesadeโs mind.
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Ivan brings a half empty glass of water close to his face and stares at the man through it. โYeah?โ he says, โItโs like a lion inviting the prey to its lair,โ he then slightly shakes it. He frowns, the manโs blurry face from his point of view resembles the present time.
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One painful truth he wouldnโt need a reminder for. He then retracts himself immediately, resting his barefoot on the floor. The world suddenly feels a little too big for an adult like him. He frowns, gets carried away in that endless stream of the loneliness terror.
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Itโs true, and he can only think of a few shameful possible answers for that question. โBecause I tried to run,โ he nonchalantly answers while acting like a lifeless mannequin. โSatisfied?โ
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His back finally finds comfort in leaning to the backrest, knowing the slight excitement of expecting a knife or scissors to get rid of the rope has just passed for a mere few seconds. โIs this an infinite guessing game? You knew the answer already.โ
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He just remains still, eyes staring at how Adhamโs hands chose to reach out to that box instead. โDo you really need the answer?โ asked him. Adham probably had the answer already in his pocket even beforehand. He hates rhetorical questions.
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He really wishes to get rid of it. He has no energy to complain, nor throwing his usual sarcastic comment on Adhamโs bossy tone. Ivan sighs, maybe that man just wants to see, he obediently puts his ankle on his thigh. He now can clearly see how his toes even seem dirty.
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It doesnโt grip him too tight, itโs loose enough that he could pretend it was one stupid ankle bracelet. But it left rashes on his skin, red and slightly itchy. How would he even explain the shame he has to bear whenever those eyes catch him in sight. โYes,โ he answers.
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Obviously. It happens every time. Itโs no longer one hell of a murder attempt, it becomes a routine. Though he hasnโt yet found the pattern. He sits tight in his dining chair, as if he was invited to have a nice dinner without his left ankle tied. It started to sting.
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โWhy do you think Iโd trust your kind offer as if you werenโt trying to end me yesterday?โ he answers, with both of his hands still folded on his chest.
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to keep his mouth shut, gritting his teeth so he wouldnโt worsen the situation with some useless bark, he knows it wouldnโt help muchโjudging from the manโs gaze. Though the gears in his brain might be malfunctioning, he remains calm, he tries to. His head is tilted up,
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something they didnโt know was wrong. His tongue nudges his inner cheek, and he tastes blood. He isnโt sure where itโs coming from. โWhatโwhyโdid youโโ his words hung on the tip of his tongue, seeing the taller manโs face makes him freeze. What does that mean?
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Ivan is flabbergasted, he remains silent as his sight gets slightly blurry, his cheek stings, his head feels dizzy. It happened in a split second, he didnโt see that coming. He turns to face the man, questions flood his mind like a child first experienced punishment of
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