Surreak
The pain surged through his body. His feet were bound, his legs broken. A bloodied baseball bat lay aside his head. Blood pumped through his ears. Darkness, darkness encloved him. He couldn't see a thing. He then realised he had been made... blind. A cold sweat ran down his neck. His arms had been cut at the wrist, just deep enough to reach the veins, and were tied behind his back with a thick rope. As he lay there, a constant ringing drilled through his head. My bedside alarm clock, he thought, time for work. He searched for the familar button to apply pressure on. But no. It wasn't there. That was no alarm clock. That was a drill. A normal, domestic drill. The sound seemed not too far away. He managed to turn over. He licked the cold concrete, just to check that he was still alive. What he tasted was an iron tang. His own blood. The drill seemed to be coming closer and closer. He could almost feel it on his temple. And that's when he passed out.
For some reason I just feel like doing some writing. Well I'm kinda bored. I will write some more soon, if I haven't got anything better to do. Er, yeah *cough* bye.
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Hurray for Kerosene!
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whElk
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