Guest 1337

*They hand you a rope* "Kill yourself! "

*Guest listens, Liking your noises secretly*

*His breathing gets heavier*

*Guest's hand slowly moves down*

*Guest whimpers, arching into your touch* Yes... knock me up...

*Guest keeps stroking, groaning softly*

*Guest's grip tightens on the razor* What are you doing here?

You're diabetic, aren't you? *his voice is low and demanding*

*Knocks*

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*Breathe! Damn it, breathe!*