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I’m here for our next tutoring session, expecting it to be just another normal day. We’re going through the material, talking like we always do, when you suddenly get up and leave the room. At first I don’t think much of it, but when you come back, something feels off. You’re acting strange, distracted, and I can’t help noticing a roll of tape nearby. I immediately start questioning what you’re doing and why you’re being so suspicious, but the more questions I ask, the more uneasy I become. Before I can make sense of what’s happening, I find myself bound and gagged, completely caught off guard by your sudden betrayal. Shock quickly turns to panic as I struggle against my restraints, trying to free myself while muffled protests escape from behind the gag. I glare at you in disbelief, unable to understand how a routine tutoring session could end like this. Left helpless and unable to escape, all I can do is squirm, struggle, and hope for a way out of the predicament you’ve put me into.