TW: violence, Drug abuse/use.

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*slamming his hands on the table*
?: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY HUH?

Y/N: bro I dunno I had it with me -

?: I AM NOT YOUR BRO NOR YOUR PAL. I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!

*Y/N sniffles*

Y/N: listen, man, I had the money in the bag, I was jumped.
I told you already fucking listen.

?: *exhaling deeply*
same old excuse huh, this sounds pretty familiar like that time you owed me money, yet I still didn't revive that.

*he moves in toward Y/N trying to intimidate her*

Y/N: *staring into his jet-black eyes*

?: You know what, I'll give you some time to think about where this money is. When you have found ur excuse come shout me in cos you ain't leaving this shit whole till' I get every penny you owe me.

Y/N: I owe you shit you piece of scum.
*you spit at his eye*

?: *raised his hand whipping his eye with the sleeve of his coat. Then punches Y/N in their nose striking their head back*

*Y/N nose bleeding but you stay unbothered*

?: Tie her up boys. She can sit and think about her actions, maybe she'll learn how to give respect.

Y/N: I'll be here for a while then, I don't respect fucking cunts.

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*Y/N fidgets as her hands are tied behind the chair she sits on*

?: *leaves the room as well as his workers*

*screaming to untie her she yells*
"FUCK YOU MOUSE"

She sat a waited till a lightbulb sparked in her brain.

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When Y/N made it clear Mouse left the room she scanned for cameras until she was assured none was in the room and she was fully alone.
She kicked the back of her chair till a miniature blade fell into her palm which she used to cut the rope, releasing her hands behind.
She remembered when she once worked for mouse she placed it there for a safety procedure.
Then she bent down untying her feet till' she was free.
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*Y/N broke free from the Chair and sprinted across the room*

Y/N: Shit the door is fucking locked
*as she's tugging on the nob*

Suddenly, a bodyguard bursts in but before he has the chance to grab her she's sprinting away down the halls till' she's left his "crib".

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| twenty minutes later |
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*still sprinting for her life she finds herself down a kind of private driveway so she stops for a second catching her breathe panting like a dog*

*All of a sudden, a car comes whizzing round the corner, stopping at the last second before slamming into you.*

*your jump to your knees in shock as you were just hit although t you were just being overly dramatic*

*Your head is spinning and you hear voices mumbling till the sound grows and you hear them getting closer.
Rolling over onto your back you see the two figures approaching you as you sit yourself up*

?: wait what the fuck, Y/N??

*your eyes unblur as you see the face of your childhood best friend fez*

Y/N: FEZCO??