Ryan felt a sharp pang inside his head.

This caused him to jerk up and hit the back of his head against something solid, like some kind of uneven, rocky ceiling.

'Huh, where the hell am I?'

Ryan wondered, trying to remember the past events that had transpired before he found himself there.

'I remember being in my room playing Free Fire when I ran out of snacks... then I stol..ehem, borrowed some money from Dad's wallet to buy some then...Oh, the truck! That stupid driver hit me with a truck.'

Ryan realized what had happened, he immediately looked around him and noticed that he was in a dark and narrow space.

'The hell? What did that truck guy do to me ?!'

It was bad enough that he hit Ryan with a truck but leaving him somewhere in a dark place was just crossing the line.

Ryan suddenly paled at a realization.

'Don't tell me he tried to throw away my body because he thought I was dead!?'

That would make sense to why Ryan found himself in that enclosed space as if he was dunked there instead of finding himself in a 5-star hospital bed.

'Tch... the guy is definitely going to have to handsomely compensate me if he doesn't want to find himself in jail. '

Ryan said, convincing himself that there was something to gain out of the horrible experience.

'But then again, where the hell am I going to find him? I didn't even get a good look at his face!'

Ryan's good mood plummeted, as he realized he wouldn't be getting any compensation funds and becoming instantly wealthy any time soon.

'Argh, let me just try to get out of here... Hmm?'

As Ryan tried to move, he felt an unmistakable feeling of skin scraping against rough ground - Ryan had once gotten injured and scrapped trying to lose weight by entering a marathon and only to walk out of it looking like a partially peeled avocado.

It wouldn't be that easy to forget such a feeling, especially when he had practically kissed the ground, falling miserably in the marathon.

'The hell is happening here!'

Ryan quickly examined his body and felt his skin tingle every time his hand touched a part of him, needless to say - Ryan was naked, as naked as the day he came out of his mother's wound.

'What the flying fuck is going on here?!'

Ryan cursed.

At least the truck guy should have dumped his body with some clothes on so he could maintain a shred of dignity, how was Ryan supposed to show his face to the public now in such a degrading state? He would rather die!

'Calm down Ryan, it's not that bad yet - sure you'll have to get out of here naked eventually and someone might see you after you've been out and about, but perhaps that person will be a nice old lady who will give you clothes to wear instead of a rude teenager who will pull out a huge camera and take shameful pictures of you. '

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Ryan hysterically laughed to himself. The worst that could happen is him being the new topic on social media after someone snapped a pic of him.

'Let's keep positive thoughts only Ryan, you don't want to go down that road.'

Ryan tried to comfort himself.

Eventually, he would have to move, it's not like he could stay confined in that narrow place forever.

Ryan felt the embrace of cold air behind him as it seemed to gush in for a moment before dying out like a silenced whisper.

'I feel super uncomfortable right now...'

Ryan admitted. Nobody would be comforted by the wind blowing into their exposed butt.

On the other hand, this meant there was an exit behind him. Ryan had seen the protagonist escape being trapped in a cave on a movie he saw once. The protagonist on the movie simply followed the direction the air was coming from and made a swift escape from a grizzly bear which wasn't that eager to share its home with a stranger.

'Okay, that's one problem solved. I just need to get out of here - but what will I say when someone sees me like this? Won't they think I've been up to something lewd? Aargh, all this thinking isn't helping!'

Ryan decided he would first get out and worry about the other part later.

Ryan looked around himself to get an idea of how to get out, but only to be met with failure as his vision failed to penetrate the darkness which seemed to mock his effort.

'Let me just try moving backwards.'

Ryan slightly lifted his body and was instantly relieved that there was at least some small space to wriggle around like a worm and lift his head - which was an inch away from hitting the ceiling. He then began to push himself backward with his hands and tried to pull with his feet.

Of course, the ground wasn't high-quality smooth tiles from a mansion, with every inch Ryan moved - he felt the ground scraping on him like the claws of an aggressive cat.

'This hurts like shit..dammit'

Ryan continued moving for 3 more minutes before stopping to take a break.

'How long will I have to go before this torture ends.'

Ryan wondered. At least with the uneven ground, he was able to push himself further and faster than he ever could have if the floor had been smooth tiles.

Ryan tried pushing and pulling with his arms and legs again, taking a break after 6 minutes. His knees hurt like hell, it felt like the skin on his knees was removed.

'But I need to continue to move if I don't want to die in here of starvation or other reasons.'

Ryan noticed that the more he moved and wriggled, the more difficult it became to breathe. He wasn't some sort of nerd who could make a detailed scientific deduction to why it was like that, but he assumed it must have been because of him breathing too hard from the strenuous and taxing exercise.

'Keep on moving.'

Ryan told himself as he continued to move - the pain from his continuously scrapped knees increasing in proportion.

It was not until Ryan felt the embrace of the wind that he stopped; it was stronger this time around too - strengthening the metallic smell of blood in the air.

'I'm going to be out of this hellhole soon.'

Ryan slightly rejoiced.

He gave himself one last push before he completely exited the small narrow space, and light began to assault him. He was more relieved that he could move his body freely in any direction he wanted to.

Ryan made a long sigh before glancing at his bloodied knees which were dripping with blood like a leaking water tap.

'Hold up.. '

Ryan was hit by a truck of realization as he glanced closely at his knees- particularly his legs; they were too thin and pale, Ryan being overweight would never forget his watermelon-sized legs which now seemed as thin as a needle in comparison.

He didn't have enough space to fully examine his body in the narrow dungeon, Ryan reached for his stomach and felt a flat stomach which should have been loosely hanging.

" No fucken way! "

Ryan felt like he was on the brink of losing his mind, no normal person would lose that much weight from getting hit by a large truck, but then again it was pretty suspicious how Ryan had even managed to survive getting slammed by a truck that brutally.

Just when Ryan was going to further question his sanity -

" He sure looks like he just escaped a mental asylum, doesn't he Jacob? "

A woman's voice said in the background, there was an unmistakable amusement it carried.

Ryan slowly placed his hands where his little Ryan was before slowly turning to face whoever was behind him.

Ryan's face turned white like a sheet as he was met with the sight of a large group of people who stared back at him in mixed emotions - shock, amusement but mostly disgust.

Ryan's vision started to blur, and the familiar darkness started to surround him. His body felt like wet spaghetti as it gave in to the pull of gravity and started falling in disgrace.

'I'm screwed...'

Ryan whispered internally, immediately passing out.