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He was grabbed by someone and they held his arm while snaking one up his shirt. Dante tensed up, scared that if he fought now, he'd be killed. Ghostly touches made his body feel strange as he started to pant. Once again tensing up when another person walked up and bent down just as the other one lifted his shirt as his arm went higher. The other employee crouched down and started touching his exposed stomach skin while pulling the very loose black pants down. "Hey there Dante..." a low voice said into his ear, sending a strange feeling down his spine. "what do you say we have some fun?" A chuckle from the other employee sounded off. "he is already hard, so why not?" 'no...I don't want this...' his thoughts said as the two started to make him feel strangely as they touched him. 'stop! please!!' Dante started to cry but no one in the asylum was going to help him. He was crazy, legally crazy, in everyone's eyes. That alone would make everything he said, a lie to all the ones who worked there.

Poor Dante, anyways where this came from I don't know but I do know that the asylum in my head that Dante is currently inhabiting does do this to all the other mental patients.

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He was grabbed by someone and they held his arm while snaking one up his shirt. Dante tensed up, scared that if he fought now, he'd be killed. Ghostly touches made his body feel strange as he started to pant. Once again tensing up when another person walked up and bent down just as the other one lifted his shirt as his arm went higher. The other employee crouched down and started touching his exposed stomach skin while pulling the very loose black pants down. "Hey there Dante..." a low voice said into his ear, sending a strange feeling down his spine. "what do you say we have some fun?" A chuckle from the other employee sounded off. "he is already hard, so why not?" 'no...I don't want this...' his thoughts said as the two started to make him feel strangely as they touched him. 'stop! please!!' Dante started to cry but no one in the asylum was going to help him. He was crazy, legally crazy, in everyone's eyes. That alone would make everything he said, a lie to all the ones who worked there.

Poor Dante, anyways where this came from I don't know but I do know that the asylum in my head that Dante is currently inhabiting does do this to all the other mental patients.