Red, White and Blue

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‘Dizzy…Im dizzy’ President Biden thinks to himself while fighting what seems to be a drug infused stupor. ‘Where am I?’ he mumbles to the concrete floors, they’re cold against his feet.

‘Breathe!’ he thinks to himself, while struggling desperately to breathe through black bag placed over his head.

Terror rushes through his body in the form of shivers, it passes over him like an icy breath, he tries to move, he tries to struggle but to no avail.

His legs…his arms…they have both been restrained. He is uncertain of his situation, but he knows one thing for sure; he is a long way from the White House.

Your senses seem to sharpen in the face of black oblivion, you can hear every scutter, you can smell every droplet of sweat, you can see every spec of light even through shut eyes, and you can feel every second that slowly ticks by.

Time truly is cruel to our former president. Until eventually he hears something.

Something besides the hurried pitter-patter of rodents scavenging for their next meal. A door unlocks.

It is uncertain what lies beyond, and who our president’s kidnappers could truly be and what they want. But one thing is for sure, president Biden is in danger. And for what seemed like hours, he theorised a hundred-a thousand times, of what fate could befall him when confronted by his captors.

He was certain that no matter what happened, he would not go down without a fight. But what he failed to anticipate throughout his thousands of theories, is the horror and the pleasure that would await him with the turning of that door handle.

“Hello President Biden” a familiar voice echoes throughout his tiny room.
‘That voice! I know that voice,’ a bolt of electricity shoots up his spine, ‘where do I know this voice from!’ panicked from sudden reveal of a familiar sound, he is frightened and disoriented, as though his very senses have been drowned-he cannot determine a single thing in his surroundings currently.

“I apologise for making you wait, you see…I had other matters to attend” said the voice, with each syllable echoing through the corner of Biden’s head.

‘This man, you know this man, you have known his your whole life! Is he a friend? No. Unlikely, I have no friends. An enemy? Likely. But which one? There are too many to count! A lover then? No. Even more unlikely. But I know this person. We are connected somehow, the way man is to his sin. The way the sun is with the moon.’

Almost involuntarily, his cracked hips open-as though possessed. Hs body moves before his mind does; “Donald? Is that you?”

Th bag is ripped suddenly from his head, he’s still disoriented, but who knows when he might get another view of his surroundings?

His head jerks back and forth, his pupils darting even more frantically; he notices, he is in a small unfurnished concrete room, with nothing but a light, table and chair inside.

‘No wonder no one could hear my screams, this place looks underground-wherever I am, there’s no way anyone is getting cell service, meaning I cant be tracked! This is bad, I could be hundreds of miles outside of the United States by now-’

“Would you like a glass of water, Biden?” ‘That’s right! How could I neglect the man in front of me, the man I have fought vigorous political wars with for many years, Donald J. Trump.’

But he’s different…at first he thought his eyes were betraying him, but his senses are slowly resurfacing, this man is Donald Trump alright. But he is wearing red lingerie, red high heels and a face covered in makeup. But that is the least of his worries, he is scared. And he needs to get out.