She sits resigned at a table in some kind of chamber.
Masked figures surround her, and one stands with his back towards her.
"Do you know why you're here?"
The voice clearly belonged to a man, but his voice is muffled behind the mask.
"No," she replies biting her lips.
The man sighs walking further away from her.
"You know too much. You feel too much. We can't have people like you corrupting the wholesome society that our Creators sought for us."
The man turns around and drops his mask.
With a smirk, he delivers his final blow.
"And for that we're going to have to kill you."
And the steely point of a gun pressed against her temple was the very last thing she ever felt.
THE END
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Drown the future
Short StoryThe dystopia of the average person is the utopia of the psychopath. You've only got to look at the general direction the world is heading in to know who is in charge... "Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?"
