A bead of sweat forms on your forehead. Your throat tightens. The dread seemingly only getting worse as the timer ticks up. Every second, minute, hour spent here makes you lose your sense of self. Are you even still you? What of your loved ones? Those you cast aside for your carnal, sadistic desires. Do your friends still message you? Is your family still around? Does anyone even care anymore? Not that it matters. You left all of that behind, didn't you? There's no turning back now. They won't forgive you. They'll never look back. You did this to yourself. You look back to the timer. Your throat tightens more. The air grows heavy. The timer continues to tick up.. and up.. Sweat speeds down your cheeks faster and faster. Your breathing gets choppy. The timer continues.. up.. and up... and up... until.. the timer stopped. Your eyes widen in horror, your heart skipping a beat as that dreaded tone fills your ears. You breath in one final time.. and as you breathe out....

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