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Chapter 8 by Nervaryar Nervaryar

Don't lose your cool.

You look back at the thing you tripped over

The guy is laying there, taped do the ground from shoulders to waist, his legs held up by cuffs coming down from the ceiling. He smiles at you and asks...

"May I be of service, sir?"

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