Thick twin holds his arms and legs to the chair. The musk of days without a shower are lost on him. The loneliness and despair of his captivity makes no difference; all that matters is more. He must have more, the only control in his life is the button in his hand, with each click it's never enough. Falling further into the darkness with no regard. . .
'click' 'click' click'. . .
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