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Tine wakes up with a splitting headache. He groans and opens his eyes, only to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Rubbing his eyes, he sits up bewildered. The room is small, resembling a budget hotel setup, and has a musty smell. There are no windows, and the cheap ceiling light above flickers. Apart from the single bed Tine is sitting on, there is only a small bedside table with two bottles of mineral water on it, and a television screen on the wall.
He doesn't remember having any plans to stay overnight anywhere. He recalls... he had finished the cheerleading practice, feeling exhausted. Green, an alpha from the social science department, messaged him and asked if he wanted to grab a late-night snack together. Tine was contemplating how to decline him and... yes, there was a strange beta man asking him for directions, and that person suddenly took out a small bottle, spraying a peculiar-scented mist directly on Tine's face, and then... Tine blacked out.
Tine gasps, feeling tense all over. He has been kidnapped. He jumps up, inspecting himself, and realizes that while his clothes are intact, his backpack is missing, as well as the watch on his wrist. He has no way to tell the time.
No, no, no, no, no. What could the kidnappers’ motive be? Money? But Tine's family is not particularly wealthy. Could it be some crazy admirer? While Tine is a popular candidate for the next moon of the law department, and he has indeed received a few fan letters recently, but nothing that could be considered overly obsessive. Or did he unintentionally offend someone?
Tine hopelessly tries turning the doorknob, but it's of course locked. The peephole on the door is covered. Tine sits by the door, curling up into a small ball, overwhelmed with fear and helplessness. The kidnapper will probably show up soon. Damn it, there isn't even anything he can use as a weapon here.
He has classes to attend, and he needs to go to cheerleading practice. Ohm and Fong will realize he's missing. P'Fang will also come looking for him when he skips the cheerleading practice. It won't be long before someone reports him missing. Don't be afraid Tine, take a deep breath, calm down. He talks to himself.
The television screen on the wall suddenly lights up. Tine stares at it in fear, petrified.
Hello, adorable omega.
These words appear on the screen.
Welcome to the House of Black Thorn.
We sincerely welcome you to join us and provide high-quality companion services to our esteemed buyers.
Terror engulfs Tine's mind, and it feels like his blood freezes in his veins.
Omega traffickers.
He's about to be sold.
To offer more comprehensive product information for buyers to choose from, we kindly ask for your cooperation in the following actions.
Firstly, please open the cabinet by the bed and accept the welcome gift we've prepared for you.
Tine doesn't know if the people who kidnapped him can see him, but he stands up trembling and does as instructed. Inside the cabinet is a shoebox-sized package. He glances at the screen, but no new messages appear. So he places the box on the bed and opens it.
Tine jumps two steps back, as if there are snakes in the box.
The box is full of brightly colored sex toys.
Tine looks at the screen in fear. A new message appears.
We believe these gifts will provide you with a pleasurable experience. Please enjoy them to the fullest.
Within the next 24 hours, please orgasm at least three times using these gifts and ensure that you are clearly captured in the process by the camera. The recorded footage will be displayed to buyers.
He thought he couldn't tremble any harder, but he was wrong. Surveying the room, he discovers a surveillance camera above the bed. When his gaze returns to the television screen, he notices there is also a camera above the screen, capturing a clear view of the bed's front.
If the recording doesn't meet our expectations, we will take further actions to make sure of it.
What does this mean?
The countdown starts now. The timer will stop automatically when you complete the mission.
24:00:00
So if he doesn't comply...
23:59:59
If he does, will he be allowed to leave?
23:59:58
Help me.
Someone save me.
In the tiny single room, 19-year-old Tine can't stop his tears.