I took another step forward. The motorized spike nudging into my back demanded it. The mad man watching at a safe distance as the spike in front of me grew one step closer. The shackles on my wrists and feet negated any chance for escape. He smiled whenever I moved forward.
She was waiting in the cell for her turn. He didn't know about the tunnel. She only needed a few more minutes to escape. No more steps left. The spike pierced my chest, the other bored into my back. He laughed.
I hope he laughed for a long time.
Hope
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Re: Hope
Twisted. I like it. I think I would like it better with names instead of all the pronouns.
Re: Hope
I thought about doing names, but decided that the reader can put that in for themselves. Makes it a bit more personal.
Re: Hope
Yeah, if you're going for people imagining the spikes, you gotta make it personal.
Good call.
Good call.
Never judge anyone until you have biopsied their brain.
"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle."
Known Some Call Is Air Am
"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle."
Known Some Call Is Air Am
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