All that I can see is the burlap sack around my head, blocking my vision. I already told them they wouldn't get anything out of me, but still they press on. Finally, what sounds like the leader finally says, "Enough," and the room goes silent.
Suddenly, hands grab my wrists and hold me down. I had promised I wouldn't try to escape them. I wonder what makes them think I'd go back on this promise.
A phone rings in the background, but everyone in the room ignores it besides me.
"Is anyone gonna get the phone?" I ask, curious.
I get no reply.
Suddenly, I feel something rough around my neck. Almost like rope. I'm still calm, though. It'll be fine in the end.
They have me stand on top of the chair, and I can feel the rope tighten around my neck, almost to the point of choking me.
Finally, the chair is kicked out from under me, and I fall back onto it once more.
This scene plays out a few more times, the men yelling at me, asking how I'm able to do it each and every time, but still I refuse to tell them.
"A magician has to keep his secrets." I say. Still, they press on, continuing to repeat the same scene over and over again. Finally, they give up and let me go.
I'm home now. I'm in my living room. I stand with a rope around my neck. If they can't get it right, maybe I can. I kick a stool out from under me, and there I hang, still full of life. The rope should've collapsed my windpipe, but I still hang from this rope, wondering how.
I reach up and untie the knot, falling to my knees. I walk to the wall and make another tally, 506 to be exact.
God, Limbo's one Hell of a place.
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