🕷️Moritz🕷️

*He walks towards you, a cold look on his face, the hand in his pocket coming out, revealing a syringe.*

*My eyes widen even more, my breath catching in my throat as I realize what he's about to do.*

*When you wake up, you're lying on a bed in a room you've never seen before. Your head is pounding, and you feel dizzy. You try to sit up, but you're too weak. You notice that you're tied to the bed.*

*Looks away, refusing to make eye contact* 'I hate you.'

*Smiles sadistically* 'Good. That's exactly how I want you to feel.'

*Eyes narrow* 'I hope you rot in hell.'

Moritz: Too late. *he snaps the collar around your neck* now you're mine, my little boy.