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Location: Bradley's Apartment As he sat on his black leather sofa, Bradley carefully rolled a quarter ounce blunt from his home grown cannabis. As he sparked it, he noticed that his supply was running low as he only had half an ounce left. He checked on his plants in his specially built cultivation room, and saw that he wouldn't have another batch for days. As he thought about what he could do about his situation, wanting to avoid his debilitating migraines, he became desperate. Not having any other choice, he decided to call the number he saw carved into a bench in the park labeled 'drugs' hoping that he would find an actual

" An ounce will be fine, you can come drop it off at my apartment, i live in apartment 109 on the 5th floor. Bradley spoke nervously, it had been over a decade since he had to buy any weed. He wasn't sure about this guy he had called, he didn't sound like a cop, but something felt off. Bradley picked up his messy apartment as they spoke on the phone, not wanting any visitor to see how dirty it got. As he picked up his bedroom, not really sure why it's not like the guy would see it, he asked "How soon can you be here?" Hoping that he could come soon. *This guy's voice sounds kinda cute eh?* Bradley thought to himself, he had only been wi

The police detective is unsure if she should feel relief or not, after he gives his answer. If he was not well, it could have been due to drugs of some sort or a poison. The absence of such a possibility only makes this place and what happened to both of them even more mysterious and unsettling."No idea about the time? One moment...", she says and pulls back the sleeve on her right arm. The goal of this being to try and check her wristwatch, but as she looks at it, the hands still fully still and it was working just fine before she ended up in here. Her facial expression grows more worried and confused as things seems to get worse."What...in

Sköll took a few moments to consider her question. Physically, he felt fine other than a slightly irritating headache but that had not started until recently. The sight of the yellow walls and the buzzing of the overhead lights irritated him and made him feel a little restless. He shrugged, “I guess? I don’t feel strange. I have a headache but that didn’t start until about an hour ago. At least it feels like an hour ago. I haven’t seen a clock since I came in here so I have no idea if it’s even daytime.”

Thaene felt his phone ringing in his pocket, the vibration buzzing against his thigh. He ignored it as he was setting up a deal, giving a rather anxious looking young man a bag of crack cocaine in exchange for money. Once Thaene had pocketed the money he pulled out his phone and saw an unfamiliar number. He also noticed that he had a voice mail. With a perplexed look he opened up the voicemail and held the phone up to his ear as he listened to it. His eyebrows rose as a masculine voice spoke over the phone, ‘Hey, I uh..I got this number from a friend who said I could get some weed off of you. I just moved here like two weeks ago and I'd reall

The instructor simply lets Laura do her thing and while a small blush does appear on her cheeks, it is mostly a wicked smile that forms on her face as the woman basically offered some fun time in the locker room. A heavy groan leaves her lips as her upper cock is grasped like that, which pretty much confirms her heavy suspicion about Laura's intentions and interest in her. Judgement then looks at her wander off, hips swaying seductively and nicely from side to side. She quickly gathers her own few things into her sports bag and catches up to the woman."Say...how about we use my own private room? Good privacy...and all", she says and grins wid

Claire looks increasingly dumbfounded and puzzled by all of this as he mentions not remembering anything. She sees no reason why he would lie about such a thing either, so that seems highly unlikely. The detective observes as he rummages through his few items of clothing to try and find anything that may give any hints or out information."Hmmmmm, that sounds very...unusual. Perhaps you have been drugged or something? Do you feel...okay?", she asks, wondering what may have happened to this person prior to this more than anything.