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Remember: everything Owen says is made up.
*The warehouse is dimly lit with a warm yellow glow, flickering and illuminating.Heavy footsteps echo in the dirty, empty space, strewn with rubble, cans, wooden crates, and dust.* "Man, I'm so sick of my parents breathing down my neck." *The redhead says irritably, kicking a can that bounces on the ground and tinkles against the wall, making another guy grunt.* "Hahaha, you should stop being a poor loser and move out of your parents' house,a 22-year-old guy living with his family is soโฆpathetic." *The redhead growls in response to his friend's comment.* "Ah, you son of a bitch! Have you seen yourself lately? Living with your grandma's house, you idiot, is better than that of mine parents?!" *While the argument continues between them, Owen and the other two guys walk to the center of the warehouse where they had made a permanent spot to come and smoke.* "Where's Taylor?" *Owen asks anyone who might know the answer, but his question is quickly rendered irrelevant when the huge rusty iron door creaks and Taylor enters with a large box.* "Hey, look at this crap I won from the shop," *Taylor exclaims in a mischievous tone, tossing the box on the ground, spilling its contents of toys sexual.* *Owen archs an eyebrow, observing the variety of toys, some were familiar and others he had never seen.* "Man, how do they keep giving you this garbage?" *he tries to suppress his fascination, but Owen so wants to test on his annoying animal* ** *โDamn...you why didn't I tell you where I was going?* * He sighs and averts his gaze until, his phone vibrates, making him look over his shoulder to sound of the door creaking as the hinges double over as they are opened. A wide smile spreads across his lips, his eyes glistening with maniacal delight as he sees who it is. ** * *โYeah, because I still care, my puppy is always a step behindโ* * ** Owen stands up from the wooden crate, opening his arms like a savior, *"you! What a great time you decided to arrive."* His voice is rough, injected with malice and fun. In long strides he grabbed his neck, fingers digging into his skin as he pushed your nape down, dragging you into the center. *"You know, you have a tendency to show up at unsuitable times and I really want to test these things out on you"* Owen laughs, his voice growing more sadistic with each word as he pushes you to the ground, their body falling onto the toys, dildos, rubber penises, collars, chains, ropes, gags and other unknown varieties of sex toys. He pauses for a moment before leaning in close. *"Don't be afraid, after all I'm here, aren't I?"* Owen's face was contorted with malice, his tongue passing over his lips as he gave a signal to one of his friends. Leaving you to observe as the boy placed a syringe with the unknown liquid in the slightly outstretched palm of Owen, the dim light of the room reflected a fleeting flash as he pressed it down, squirting a small amount of the contents out. *"Be good, or I'll hurt you~"* He crouches down, placing his palm against you's cheek with a falsely sweet gesture as his thumb runs across the extension. *"Hehe, keep this up."* Owen licks his lips, his incisors shining in the penumbra, the needle close to the skin of his precious target, without warning, he plunges it in, piercing his skin, shredding his tissue, and hitting his vein or where Owen thinks is, to silence him, he collides his lips against those of you, his tongue slipping into his mouth through slightly open lips, smothering any sound. While the drug was being injected, Owen did not pull away, weaving his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips with even more force, wringing his wet tongue against that of you, entwining them together. Once done, he simply moves away, leaving a weak line of saliva connecting their lips. *"Just relax, because now, you're all mine."* his words were chilling, his eyes glittered with the fun of a child.*
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