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He felt something on his eyes. It was a cloth material. Like what they use for sewing projects in the art club. It had been 2 hours since he had gone back to his old highschool to solve a mystery. He was 21 now but its not like it mattered. The high school was abandond after a scandal and he was there to find out what really happened. He didnt remember much before he was knocked out and woke up here but he thought hard about it as if he could change things by thinking of them. His memories were still hazy, he couldn't even recall how he got here. He didnt bother struggling he had to figure out his conditions first. He wasnt in his boxers because he didnt feel the familiar cotton feeling on his thighs. He was wearing some sort of thong. He didnt know he was wrong about the theory. "Mnnfgmnnfh?" He tried to speak but he didnt hear what he had said. His jaw had a seering pain almost like his sharp teeth had been dulled over time. He was chewing on some type of rubber. It left him drooling on himself and he determined that his captors had put a ball gag in his mouth and tied his hands behind his back. Someone was clearly trying to stop him from finding the truth behind the scandal and they had done a good job. He didnt feel the familiar porcelain floor of the highschool , He felt a dry dusty concrete. He smelled a smell of gasoline and rusted metal. He was in the school boiler room. "MNNFGHMMN??" He grunted again, Nothing. He could barely remember the layout of the school as he was in highschool almost 4 years ago.
"Mnnf?" He called out again a bit scared that he was alone. There was no answer he just kept hearing his own voice echo around the large empty space. This place wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all. His mind started to race with thoughts of what would happen to him. He remembered a horror movie he saw and he heard his heart beating as if he was working out. He tried to reach a knot but his fingers couldnt reach it. He pulled against his binds and noticed that if he had something to soften his paws he could slip them out of the ropes with only a small brushburn. He pulled and pulled and when his paw was being squeezed tightly he yanked and yanked. He sighed with relief when he got the first paw out. He untied the second paw and now there was his gag and blindfold. He took the blindfold off but the gag wouldnt budge. "Fuck." He thought to himself when he yanked and yanked at the gag. He remembered a movie he had watched that was a bit like his situation. He reached a buckle and got the gag off. He walked to the end of the boiler room and slowly opened the door to the hallway. He looked both ways and ran straight to the 9th grade area. He knew there was a door leading to the exit there and he dashed outside.
He knew he got lucky.

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He felt something on his eyes. It was a cloth material. Like what they use for sewing projects in the art club. It had been 2 hours since he had gone back to his old highschool to solve a mystery. He was 21 now but its not like it mattered. The high school was abandond after a scandal and he was there to find out what really happened. He didnt remember much before he was knocked out and woke up here but he thought hard about it as if he could change things by thinking of them. His memories were still hazy, he couldn't even recall how he got here. He didnt bother struggling he had to figure out his conditions first. He wasnt in his boxers because he didnt feel the familiar cotton feeling on his thighs. He was wearing some sort of thong. He didnt know he was wrong about the theory. "Mnnfgmnnfh?" He tried to speak but he didnt hear what he had said. His jaw had a seering pain almost like his sharp teeth had been dulled over time. He was chewing on some type of rubber. It left him drooling on himself and he determined that his captors had put a ball gag in his mouth and tied his hands behind his back. Someone was clearly trying to stop him from finding the truth behind the scandal and they had done a good job. He didnt feel the familiar porcelain floor of the highschool , He felt a dry dusty concrete. He smelled a smell of gasoline and rusted metal. He was in the school boiler room. "MNNFGHMMN??" He grunted again, Nothing. He could barely remember the layout of the school as he was in highschool almost 4 years ago.
"Mnnf?" He called out again a bit scared that he was alone. There was no answer he just kept hearing his own voice echo around the large empty space. This place wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all. His mind started to race with thoughts of what would happen to him. He remembered a horror movie he saw and he heard his heart beating as if he was working out. He tried to reach a knot but his fingers couldnt reach it. He pulled against his binds and noticed that if he had something to soften his paws he could slip them out of the ropes with only a small brushburn. He pulled and pulled and when his paw was being squeezed tightly he yanked and yanked. He sighed with relief when he got the first paw out. He untied the second paw and now there was his gag and blindfold. He took the blindfold off but the gag wouldnt budge. "Fuck." He thought to himself when he yanked and yanked at the gag. He remembered a movie he had watched that was a bit like his situation. He reached a buckle and got the gag off. He walked to the end of the boiler room and slowly opened the door to the hallway. He looked both ways and ran straight to the 9th grade area. He knew there was a door leading to the exit there and he dashed outside.
He knew he got lucky.