Revenge

Thoughts

Here i am, having these sick and twisted thoughts on how i should kill him. i don't know who the Boss is but he sounds mean, and i need to follow the orders i guess.

If i was placed here to kill him i bet there's a weapon. i don't want to be harsh but i bet the boss will want me to disembowel this motherfuckers soul.

luckily he cant see me, he has some weird thing covering his face but he knows my voice, wait what if he doesn't remember also!

Enough fucking thoughts Allan,

whats that bottle!

oh yes the lonely broken bottle, perhaps the only thing in this fucking shit hole.

I examine it with keen observation

there is lettering but i cant figure it out

maybe Japanese or some type of Asian lettering, shit is i cant figure it out! i take a small whiff and I'm blown away, i got lightheaded and sat down for a bit.

The feeling went away quick, real quick. i didn't know what this was but it surely was some type potent drug or sedating material. i get up and somehow the feeling comes back but just for a little while, i start walking towards the room, ugh once again to smell that putrid smell that just gives me the chills.

I arrive, its cold and I'm at the door,

i hold my breath and approach the knob. without regret i twist, i hear his voice I'm squinting because there's too much light in the room but i get just the right focus to see that there's a gun in the corner of the room.

i go for it, i finally breath, and it was the worst gasp of air i have ever taken since i woke up here.

putrid, rancid, just such a chilling smell.

he's screaming but i ignore it, i grab the gun, cock it and shoot him right in the head. he still has that leather bag over his face, i wanted it this way, he couldn't see me, i couldn't see him.

   i take a step back and i wake up

what the actual fuck was in that bottle?!