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I needed to figure out who would pay someone to find me. That nobody would be there to save me was the saddest part of it. Even if they had, I doubt they would have even noticed that I had departed.

They probably didn't give a damn, did they?

That little red-headed devil had brainwashed them into thinking I was a bad guy. She made it appear like I was just there for the status and power, as she was the only hungry bitch present. I was at a loss for words to tell her, even though I don't use such harsh phrases to describe individuals.

I don't even know why I was worrying about what other people might say when I should have been worried about getting out of this position.

I searched the room for anything that could free me from the chains, but I could only see a space. There was nothing else besides the chains that kept me in place.

Windows were absent. Only a metal door, which could only be opened from the outside, was present. Since there was nothing else I could do, I groaned and