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Fuck you, thats not how the story continues.
Anyway, as I was saying.
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From my experience as a stalker, I could still notice the tangible scent of choroform under my nose. Of course, I never had intentions to chloroform someone, but somehow I learned about it. I might have been browsing some websites, looking at things which my tantalise my penchant for mischeif, and I might have come across a secret forum or the like, which outlined such techniques to me. I might also have suddenly come across a bottle of chloroform placed on my doorstep in a neatly packed parcel. I don't know.
The room was absolute darkness- there was no source of light from anywhere. No light means no prying eyes- sight which spoils the secrecy of appearance.
From feeling the cold place around me, I could tell that me and the girl were in a concrete room. And there was this faint smell which reminded me of decomposing pork.
Ah, yes. My hands. So thats where the smell was coming from.
After an exhausitng frantic search for a way out, me and the girl got tired andfinally rested on the floor together. We passed time by talking to each other, laughing uncomfortably at times to try and dispel the opressive atmosphere. It was a mixture of delight and paranoia for me, since Im not much of a ladies man.
