Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering al... the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. ’ Lara crossed her arms. Ryan dropped her head. She needed to say something or there’d be no peace, not to mention no rehearsal. ‘Look, I haven’t seen him for a while. There’s nothing to say.’ Lara gave her a skeptical look and Ryan tried to move things along. ‘I’ve talked to him a few times, he’s been busy with road games, and I’ve been busy with, what was it? Oh, yeah, the band.’ She arched an eyebrow at Lara. Lara was about to say something when Nate said he’d finished with the string. Lara. Sanosuke: How do y'do.Higashidani: I hear you helped out my daughter the other day. Come with us and I'll buy you some lunch.(They walk into town; Higashidani leaves them at a soba restaurant.)Higashidani: You go on and eat. I'll get these sold.(Inside)Uki: What do you want, Outa? What, tempura soba? Me too! Excuse me! Two tempura sobas please!Sanosuke: Look, half-head. Uki: No! Nothing for you! I don't care what dad says, I hold the family money and as long as you call me half-head, you don't. "Grabbing your hair I pull you into the bedroom & force you face down onto the bed & kneeling over you clip your cuffs to the corners of the bed then with a length of rope I tie your ankles to the bottom of the bed. Despite your struggling I then force your butt plug into its tight little hole. A hood is placed over you head & you hear me leave the room & shut the door. You start to lose track of time as you lie there helpless. You try to struggle but to no avail. You lose track of time & after.