My kidnappers threw me into a room. SMASH! My head crashed into the bedside table. I reached for a rugged, tartan blanket to cover the bleeding, it was snatched away by my kidnappers. “Drink up,” they snarled in unison, pointing at a mysterious, green and oddly familiar liquid. I strained. “No,” I replied weakly, and then one of them held me still. The other rammed it down my throat. I suddenly felt dizzy. I knew I was on my last legs.
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Paul A. Freeman
23/2/2024 09:44:02 pm
Scary.
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