Bid for Freedom

Uggghhhh, where am I?... I peer around whilst I lay on my side, my head in agony. How long have I been here? The last things I remember...loud noises...people... screaming...

Wait!

I freeze as I see it, the creature. Oh what monster’s den have I ended up in? Dear God, the size of the thing, the noises it makes... It must be in a deep slumber.

I try to move as little as possible, fearing the wrath of this grotesque abomination should it awake. Where are my belongings, I must flee or I will surely be trapped. I see them, strewn around like picked clean bones. I pray for deliverence.

I manoeuvre myself slowly, grimacing at every creak and groan that is made. My feet touch the floor. This is it, I’m nearly free, I’m nearly...


“Weren’t even going to leave me your number, were you? Typical men.”



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