When the dizzing sickness left my stommach, he was still waiting for an answer. I ignored him; instead looking around at my options. The room was blank no windows no visible vents, only the blinking, green light of the security camera and the puddles of my drying blood, broke up the grey.
It was then that, I realized that I had two options, I could keep fighting him in this confined space like an idiot and eventually die from my injuries or I could play a mind game, and play along with his twisted little plan and eventually find his flaw and use it to kill his sorry ass. Unfortuantly I wasnt too fond of dying or having the shit beat out of me.....
To my dismay, thats all he did before leaving. it was just like the sicko hit me, threaten me, and just when i have a plan leave like coward.
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Adventurethis a story about black maket slavery and its affects. slavery is no longer a racial thing it exists every where. FEEL LUCKY FIRST WEBSITE TO SEE.... been three years since I have worked on this but here it goes
