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The roads were empty, so Hongjoong decided to ride on them instead of on the footpath since there were no cars.
His boss had kept him in to work late that night, but he didn't mind if it meant that he got more money for working later than usual.
Up ahead, Hongjoong noticed a car with the headlights on, parked near the curb. He's seen that car before... a few times now actually.
He let out a shocked scream when he was suddenly grabbed from off of his bike and it toppled over. He struggled against them as a blindfold was tied around his head.
"I don't want to hurt you, so please comply or I will."
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Hongjoong wanted to get away—get away from his lazy-ass roommate, his annoying co-workers, and find a new job, rent a new place on his own; sadly, he wouldn't be able to afford everything if he were to live on his own, so he's stuck in this generic story that he calls his life, which didn't seem like it would get any more interesting.
But one late evening changes everything.
He never thought he would end up being kidnapped, but sometimes the strangest and most unexpected things can happen to someone...
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It started with the clocks. They stopped working. They froze. Dazai knows time still exists. He knows. But somehow, he's ended up a prisoner of the Russian whose hands bring death to all but the one man who craves it, and he can't figure out how he got there.
Fyodor says it's because they're in his reality; Dazai doesn't believe it. But the longer Fyodor tortures him, the more he forgets who he was and becomes who he must be: a sinner, subject to the punishment Fyodor brings.
...And just when he starts to give in, something strange happens.
Or, Dazai is Fyodor's sick hobby until Fyodor accidentally feels something, too.
Read at your own risk. Includes extreme and graphic depictions of trauma, violence, rape, and psychological abuse. (But with a satisfying ending, I promise)
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