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"Hey Kei, it's that time of day again~"
"..."
"You know the drill." The same long-haired man tossed Tsukishima his phone, automatically unlocking his phone, remembering the last time he tried to get away with refusing to type it in. These people, no, monsters, were persistent. He still had no clue as to why the large group of men were doing this, and why it 'had to be him'. He had given up on asking them when they only replied with laughter and jokes about him being clueless. Which, honestly, just made him even more confused and pissed off.
Of course he didn't just accept it that easily though. He needed to keep his pride up... for his own sake. Stay strong for himself and keep that small bit of fight left in him, to hang on to a tiny ice of hope that he can get out of here in one piece. Maybe not in one piece, but if it meant losing a finger or two, he would take that chance. That's how worried and scared and confused he was.
It didn't make sense, really. He knew so many kids and people his age who have a kidnap kink or a BDSM kink when they've never endured it. Honestly, he had wondered what would happen if he was kidnapped as a kid when something would come up on the news. Everyone did.
Now, he doesn't even know if he is able to watch the news or an angsty movie. He really did understand the feelings the stories portrayed. He sounded like a kid in his emo phase, but this time he really could honestly say that no one understood.