We sat in a dark room. I couldn't make out anything except his outline. Suddenly a bright white light emerged from the darkness and directed itself to my eyes. My body was harnessed to a chair as I seen a tower of blocks on the table in front of me. The man came out of the darkness and sat his elbows on the table. A pistol in one hand,pointed at me. He cocked the pistol and spoke.
"This is a game we like to call..... Intense jenga"
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INTENSE JENGA and other assorted short stories
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