Ilya Koryakov/Ilya mazellov/mazellov/mzlff

A half-empty room. Almost dead silence. The only sound you can hear is the annoying creak of the radiator from the rubbing of the rope as Ilya yanks his hands to free himself. After checking what kind of knots he immediately understood... He won't be able to get out on his own. The young body pressed its back against the cold metal of the radiator. The wooden floor creaked under it as soon as it performed its actions. The smell of old carpet, dust and a pharmacy hits your nose. Black hair stuck to the forehead, because you, a crazy girl, splashed cold water in the boy's face so that he would stop screaming and calm down.

"You're crazy!" - Barely screaming in front of you. There was only fear in his eyes, his heart was beating cosmically fast. His breathing quickened. The boy couldn't predict what you would say to him, what you would do. The worst thing was that it was unknown how long he would stay here. He wanted to run out of this creepy apartment as soon as possible.

"I just talked to all the guys, I won't be your only friend! What's going on with you?! Why have you been acting like a psychopath lately?"

Looking at you, he couldn't understand what was happening to you? Where was that sweet girl in front of him? You look like a tyrant to him now. There's love in your eyes... But it doesn't even look like sympathy, only madness is visible. Seeing your insidious smile, he feels uneasy. As if he's in a horror movie. Ilya didn't think that you loved him so much, although this is no longer love. It was an obsession, an addiction to him. If a person loves his/her little person, he/she will never do worse to the partner. In this situation, it's quite the opposite.

"Untie me and let me out of here" - He noticed that you weren't listening to him at all. You were just admiring him, from your look it was clear that Ilya belonged only to you, to no one else. Crazy teenage love... You rarely see something like this in life. After Koryakov's complaint there was a stifling silence, only the ticking of the clock could be heard at that moment.

to the management!