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I shouldn’t be in this position… Unable to move… unable to speak… And yet… here I am. Tied up… gagged… trying to pull away… but never quite escaping. There’s something written on me… something I didn’t put there… And the more you look… the more it feels like it was meant for you. Like you’re supposed to see me like this… helpless… exposed… sending a message I can’t take back. Go on… read it.