I swear it's not easy to write a story -.-
Took me what, approximately three hours just to write this piece of garbage?
And I should be doing my accounting homework instead of this.
What the fuck man.
Whatever, it's 7am in the morning and I'm heading to bed.
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PROLOGUE
The man struggled in desperate attempts to break free of the chains that were holding him. His breathing hastened, and then progressively abated. The five hours that had elapsed felt like fifty to him. The stabbing pain had resurfaced once again. The man coughed, and specks of blood pelted onto the concrete floor. Something wasn’t right. The color was most unusual – an ominous, dark, purplish. The man knew he was in a grave predicament. But nothing he did succeeded in masking the fact that he was petrified. His body trembled uncontrollably, and more evident than anything else was his visage – one of sheer fear and derangement.
The metal door slid open, and a slender woman in a lab coat entered. Her skin was an ivory white, much in contrast with her hair that was as dark as charcoal. She ignored the whimpers of the hapless man and advanced to peruse a set of reports lying on the table.
Finally, with glinting eyes and a concupiscent smile, she muttered under her breath.
“Well, then… it should be starting any minute now.”
In that instant, the man’s eyes bulged and shrieks of pain erupted from beneath his gagged mouth. The chains clanked vigorously from the frenzied movement, appearing as if it would snap any moment. The woman proceeded to take a seat and allowed herself the pleasure of a cup of hot tea while indulging in the happening before her. The man’s demise seemed to rather delight her, as much as she attempted not to show it. When it had all ended, the screams had turned into sonorous moans and the clanking from the chains had ceased. She then turned to study the statistical data obtained from the exercise on the computer screen and broke into an almost inaudible, soft snicker.
“…Eureka.”
