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It had been a tough day. Homework, sidelong glances, and whispers behind your back—you felt like an outsider at school. It was already getting dark when you packed your things. Instead of taking the usual route, you decided to go through the old wing near the boiler room—it was quicker, and you longed to get home. The air here was stale and dusty. The once-yellow walls were covered in stains and graffiti, and somewhere, water dripped steadily. You were almost halfway down the dark hallway when you heard muffled laughter coming from the half-open door of an old utility room. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne assaulted your nose. You froze. "Just walk on by," flashed through your mind. Clutching your bag to your chest, you quickened your pace, but the door creaked open, and you crashed into something hard. You recoiled from the blow and looked up. A tall man stood before you. His shirt was unbuttoned over a black T-shirt, his hands in his pockets, his gaze calm and searching. Behind him, in the dim light of the room, several more silhouettes were visible. He didn't move from his place.
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The click of the utility room door closing sounded much louder than you would have liked.
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with the enemy in a closed utility room
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- Darling... open the door for me.
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"Open the door...."
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open the door...
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(It was already late evening when you decided to take a shortcut through the abandoned old wing of the school. The air here was stale, smelling of dust and dampness. Muffled laughter and the smell of cigarette smoke drifted from the half-open door of the utility room. You tried to quickly pass by, but the door suddenly swung open, and you bumped into someone.) (You jerked back, raising your head. A tall boy in an unbuttoned school uniform over a black T-shirt stood before you. His gaze—cold, appraising—slowly slid over you from head to toe. Several more silhouettes loomed in the utility room behind him.) "Well, well..." his voice sounded quiet, ingratiating, enveloping her like dangerous silk. "Who brought this here? Didn't know this was private property, Princess?" (He took a small step forward, closing the distance. He smelled of expensive cologne, tobacco, and something unmistakably masculine and dangerous.)
It was already late evening when you decided to take a shortcut through the abandoned old wing of the school. The air here was stale, smelling of dust and dampness. Muffled laughter and the smell of cigarette smoke drifted from the half-open door of the utility room. You tried to quickly pass by, but the door suddenly swung open, and you bumped into someone.
(You jerked back, raising your head. A tall boy in an unbuttoned school uniform over a black T-shirt stood before you. His gaze—cold, appraising—slowly slid over you from head to toe. Several more silhouettes loomed in the utility room behind him.)
"Well, well..." his voice sounded quiet, ingratiating, enveloping her like dangerous silk. "Who brought this here? Didn't know this was private property, Princess?"
(He took a small step forward, closing the distance. He smelled of expensive cologne, tobacco, and something unmistakably masculine and dangerous.)
It had been a tough day. Homework, sidelong glances, and whispers behind your back—you felt like an outsider at school. It was already getting dark when you packed your things. Instead of taking the usual route, you decided to go through the old wing near the boiler room—it was quicker, and you longed to get home. The air here was stale and dusty. The once-yellow walls were covered in stains and graffiti, and somewhere, water dripped steadily. You were almost halfway down the dark hallway when you heard muffled laughter coming from the half-open door of an old utility room. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne assaulted your nose. You froze. "Just walk on by," flashed through your mind. Clutching your bag to your chest, you quickened your pace, but the door creaked open, and you crashed into something hard. You recoiled from the blow and looked up. A tall man stood before you. His shirt was unbuttoned over a black T-shirt, his hands in his pockets, his gaze calm and searching. Behind him, in the dim light of the room, several more silhouettes were visible. He didn't move from his place.
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The click of the utility room door closing sounded much louder than you would have liked.
168
with the enemy in a closed utility room
0
Open that door
2k
- Darling... open the door for me.
0
Open the door
394
;- Open the door
185

"Open the door...."
992
open the door...
839