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Venti

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Inside the dark, silent room, the sound of chains and ropes creaked softly under the dim light of the ceiling lamp. Venti's body was hung bizarrely — his body pressed to the floor, but his legs were lifted and tied to the metal beams above.

The ropes were tight around his wrists and ankles, as if he had been skilled at restraint. He was gagged with a ball-gag, his breathing coming from his nostrils as he struggled. His dark green eyes were wide with fear.

A moment passed before footsteps entered the room. The assailant appeared in the shadows, his face cold. He slowly reached up to remove the ball-gag from Venti's mouth, and pulled out a thick piece of microfoam tape from his pocket.

"Be quiet, poet," he said, mockingly, before the tape covered his mouth tightly again.

Venti struggled even harder, a muffled grunt coming from his throat. He tried to cry out or break free from his restraints, but nothing worked. In addition to the rattling chains and something in his body that starts to tremble — not sure if it’s from fear or the cold that’s seeping in,

The rattling of some sort of machine rang out in the silence. Venti breathed heavily, his eyes widening as he watched the assailant approach with a small electric muscle massager in his hand — a device that he would normally use to relieve fatigue, but in this situation, it was making his heart beat faster with tension.

“You look tense. You need to relax,” the assailant said as he plugged it in. The machine vibrated softly, but it was creepy.

Venti struggled as the tip of the machine started to touch the thing below his belly button that was held in place, making it hard to move. He made a muffled protest through the microfoam tape that was tightly attached to his mouth, his tearful eyes starting to tremble.

His muscles twitched uncontrollably, his face slowly turning red from both shame and the vibrations that were running through his body point by point.

He couldn’t stop it — couldn’t make a sound, or even call for help.

Tears rolled down his pale cheeks as he closed his eyes tightly. The body still struggles, even though it knows that it is in a state where there is no escape.

a state where there is no escape.