Legends and Tales

First Set of Cards

A Gambler's hunger is never satisfied, a simple man may find himself at a table given a hand. He may see that his luck is just right, taking a chance for the jackpot. He may lose but that doesn't stop him from trying again. It's a feeling that's indescribable, lusting for the possible riches he can earn. It so close. The feeling of excitement waiting to escape, it's unbearable. In his mind, it's wrong to try so many games of all types. Slots, Cards, Lottery, soon it spirals in to forbidden desires. Trying games that could harm him, removing himself just to play. No longer knowing who he really is, but just a sick dishonest fool who should've stuck with his cards. Even when he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't. Something was begging for him to try his luck once more at the table where it first started.

Tearing clothes, ropes, and chains, his body still wanted more. He wakes up in the same comfortable warm bed, he never thought of the past games he played before, just brushing them aside but why is it only now affecting him. His mind couldn't think of anything else but only the first time he played. Cheating around the board never felt as good as paradise. The first time he touched those cards it felt right, like fire lit for the first time but he didn't get what he wanted and tried others but it wasn't the same.

He soon couldn't get a hold of himself, rushing back to the table that first started this mess. But he could never win. why, why, WHY?! Wrath soon took over his actions and his body acted on its own. The guards around the table soon dragging him by force, kicking the mad man out of the casino. He lays there on the sidewalk, didn't know what to think. His body felt cold, the lust in his body was gone.

"Did I escape?" he thought.

Remember to drink water.