Everyone has their deepest, darkest secrets.
Like how, even though you're already in grade school, you still wet the bed. Or how you forgot to feed the classroom pet—which is why it died by the end of the week. That it was you who was secretly putting stones in your friends' bags. How you would sneak back into the empty classroom during break to use your crush's flute, fantasizing about a simple kiss. And that time you confessed your love, calling the one you admired to the back of the school building, only to be rejected and teased by your entire class.
By the time you ascend to middle school, those deepest, darkest secrets evolve as well.
Like how you're masturbating every day—once, maybe twice, or even three times when you're really feeling horny. Or how you forgot to turn off the classroom air-con unit, which is why it broke down over the weekend. That it was you who was secretly putting cafeteria utensils in your friends' bags. How you're secretly buying photos of your crush from a mysterious seller called "best friend". And that time you bravely confessed your love by shouting it in the open field in front of the school building—only to be rejected and teased by the entire school.
By the time you reach high school, your deepest, darkest secrets have already reached the abyss.
Like how you've tried to lose your virginity in many ways but miraculously failed each time—like fate itself is intervening and guiding you toward the path of becoming a legendary sage. Or how you forgot to turn off the gas stove in the economics classroom, causing the entire building to burn to the ground. That it was you who was secretly putting lewd magazines and other school-forbidden items in your friends' bags. How you're secretly stalking your crush at school—or even during holidays. And that time you loudly confessed your love by making a live stream video, only to be rejected and go viral, mocked across social media by the entire world.
As for Jeff and his friends—Kris and Marc—this story marks the beginning of the deepest, darkest secrets of their high school lives.
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"GAHHH!... It's dark... It's scary... Where the fuck am I!?"
Jeff woke up in an unfamiliar room—not that he could tell, because his entire head was covered by a thick, black sack.
The last thing he remembered was following—or rather, stalking—an attractive senior girl from his high school into the library, followed by an electrifying sensation that surged through his body before everything went black.
Though he could still move, Jeff couldn't remove the sack over his head. His arms were tied behind him at the wrists and elbows. His legs were also bound at the ankles and knees.
All Jeff could do was writhe on the floor and scream for help. But it wasn't help that answered—it was the voices of two other captives in the same condition.
"So there's actually three of us here," said Kris, trying to stay calm despite their grim situation and the dreadful possibilities ahead.
"We're totally fucked... Whoever they are, I'm sure they're going to sell us," said Marc, already in full panic.
"There's no way that's happening, right?"
"Right... Not exactly us. They're going to sell our organs. Our eyes, kidneys, heart, lungs... and probably our rod as well."
"I don't think lungs can be sold, and especially not our rod."
"Then what about our balls?"
"That's not what we should be concerned about!"
Though Kris and Marc's conversation was absurd, listening to it somehow calmed Jeff down. With a clearer mind, he tried to assess their situation.
"Who are you two?" he asked, trying to build a basic connection. After all, teamwork might be the key to escaping. At least, that's what Jeff learned from watching survival reality shows.
But Kris and Marc didn't share that same logic.
"You idiot! Don't give out your name in this situation. Don't say anything the kidnappers could use against you," Marc warned, referencing things he'd read in novels or seen in movies.
"He has a point. If you two are going to die, I'd rather not get attached by learning your names." Kris added, staying "positive" by emotionally ditching his fellow captives.
"You're the one who's going to die first. Then we'll be next..."
"I can't argue with that..."
"No one is going to die. So get it together, both of you!" Jeff said, struggling on the floor to undo his restraints.
But after hours of trying to break free, the three eventually began to accept their cruel fate.
"If we're not going to introduce ourselves, how about sharing our biggest regret? We're going to die anyway," Marc said, sounding like he was about to cry.
"That'll only make our last moments even lonelier," Jeff replied, feeling like crying too.
"Then how about revealing one of our deepest, darkest secrets?" Kris suggested—unknowingly digging a grave for all three of them.
Thinking it might ease the tension in their final moments, Marc and Jeff agreed to Kris's idea.
Since Marc was the first to wake up, it was unanimously decided that he'd go first.
His deepest, darkest secret?
"I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend's mot—"
Knowing what that final word was, Kris and Jeff immediately bombarded him with a barrage of insults.
"You disgusting trash!"
"I hope you die alone while the two of us survive!"
"You piece of rotten shit!"
"We're leaving you to rot in this place."
"You two got it all wrong! I was the victim!"
—"Victim your fucking rod!"—
After Marc was thoroughly roasted, it was Kris's turn to confess his secret—or, as he proudly put it, his greatest accomplishment.
"I dated all the top 10 most beautiful girls in my year back in middle school—without any of them knowing about the others."
And just like Marc, Kris earned his share of verbal beatdown.
"Give back the seconds of my life I just wasted listening to that garbage!"
"A fly on top of shit deserves more respect than you!"
"I hope you get stabbed by one of those girls!"
"You don't even deserve a trash can. Just rot here!"
"Say what you want, but I'm proud of what I accomplished."
—"You accomplished nothing, bastard!"—
Finally, it was Jeff's turn.
Summoning his resolve, Jeff admitted a secret he'd never told anyone.
"I was masturbating... fantasizing about doing it with my twin sister—"
—"FUCK YOU!"—
"Just die. Right here, right now!"
"If I wasn't tied up, I'd kill you myself!"
"You're more degenerate than the two of us combined!"
"Wait! That's a mistake! I said 'twin sister'—but we're not blood-related! She's my fake twin!"
—"Stop boasting, you fucking bastard!"—
In the midst of their back-and-forth insults, they suddenly heard a door open—followed by the intimidating voice of a girl.
"I think we've got enough material. You can uncover their heads now."
Once the sacks were removed and their eyes adjusted to the bright lights, Jeff, Kris, and Marc finally realized where they were.
They were inside one of the unused classrooms at their school, surrounded by senior students—boys and girls alike. Standing in front of them was the famous third-year, Nubia, the current student council president.
But what caught their attention wasn't the people, or even the place.
It was the smartphone on a tripod, clearly set up to record them.
Still disoriented, the trio looked around in confusion.
Nubia stepped forward—not to explain, but to give them a choice.
"You three first-years, join the student council, or the video of your deepest, darkest secrets goes online. Oh, and also the fact that all three of you have been stalking me since school started last week."
—"We're joining! Please delete that video!"—
"That wasn't part of the deal I'm offering, perverts."