im al driedd up... i catn keep goiun on like this. help.

HELP Thog has kept me captive in his apartment for years because he, ‘can’t get boy milk like this anymore.’ He keeps me leashed and always logs out of every device before leaving so I can’t call for help. In a fit of blind rage, he rushed out of the house because he ran out of menthols and Four Loko. He doesn’t know, but months ago I gnawed the leash loose for a moment like this. Please—even if you can’t get me out—I need supplies, like a chicken quesadilla or some Zyns or something. He doesn’t share his whippets and calls me "milk boy" and "Gods favorite heifer". please help :(

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