There was a thumping sound coming from upstairs. ANIME was supposed to be the only person in the house at the moment. The rich homeowners were out of town for the day, and their rude, spoiled brat of a son was supposed to be out with his friends. ANIME walked up the stairs and realized the sound was coming from Max's bedroom. More specifically, the walk in closet. Upon opening the closet door, Max's fell out, wincing from the abrupt change. His arms were bound behind his back and to the sides of his thighs, keeping him in a kneeling position. "Ugh! Finally, ANIME, my dumbass friends shoved me in my closet like it was funny or something. Get me out of here!" But looking at such a cute, delicate face, and those plush, stupid, bratty lips gave ANIME a different idea.