L'aventure de Mr B.

L'aventure de Mr B.

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''Dormir, attendre, étirements, attendre, manger, attendre, dormir, ...'' devient le cycle de vie de Mr B. lors de sa captivité. Comment va t-il survivre à la folie qui le guette ? Cette nouvelle psychologique est inspirée du livre Le Joueur d'échecs de Stefan Zweig, et va vous faire ressentir des émotions liées à l'état d'esprit du héro : Mr B.
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Someone walks into the room but I cannot see its face. It looks like a man and by the look of his posture, he seems very important. "Why were you in my territory?" His voice is strangely calm however I think its the calm before the storm. "I didn't know it was your territory! For gods sake how many times do I have to tell you people? Just let me go and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell." The last part I said in a whisper. He didn't need to know the situation I was in. I hear the cock of a gun making me raise my head. The all too familiar sound ringing in my ears. "I don't believe you bitch, so you better tell me the truth or your brains are gonna end up on the wall." Ah there's the storm. "A gun doesn't scare me arsehole, I've had way worse things than that!" He steps forward into the light so I can see his features. He is extremely good looking but right now is not the right time to admire his beauty. I stare straight into his pitch black eyes, daring him to try harder than this. He smirks and leans forward searching my eyes. Before I can even register what's happening, he punches me in the face. *** Mature Content

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