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What was your name? Henry Averna
How old were you? 12 years old, as far as I could remember
What about gender? Male
Appearance? I have dark brown, shaggy hair, slightly-tanned skin, white shoes, blue jeans, and a teal t-shirt.
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It hits you like a brick. Your name is Henry, so hi Henry.
You're in a dark room, tied to this chair that's tied against this pole in the center of the room.
What would you like to do? |
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I remember what good villains used to say, "Resistance is futile!" so, I remain still, devising a plan. |
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Staying still seems to do nothing. |
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I attempt to gnaw at my bindings. |
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You must be in excruciating pain. The rope is digging into your skin, probably giving you severe rope burn.
But what do I know? I'm just a narrator.
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I wince in pain. I try calling for somebody. Anybody. |
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You hear a crackling noise, followed with, "Hi! Howya doin?" |
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"Who the bloody heck are you?" I ask the voice. |
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You here a bit of scuffling and a little thud that sounds like a person hitting someone else on the head. An small ouch you can hear, barely audible. Same with the rest of the background noise. "You're an idiot. You know that?" A second voice says.
"Yeah." The first person says, a sense of shame in his voice.
"Good."
The second clears his throat.
"Welcome. This will be your home for a while."
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I decide to just play along with them. "This place doesn't seem very homely." |
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"This place," The man says. "Will be the place you stay and live in for a very long time.
"You are to sleep and eat and exercise here. Do what we say, I might not kill you. Step out of line, you'll be beaten. Got it?
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"Seems reasonable," I answer, observing my surrounding. |
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"You seem like a good child. Name?" |
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"Ah, Henry. You'll do well with this job. Now sleep. Breakfast will be tomorrow." |
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I look around for a place to sleep. |
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And then I remember, I'm still tied up. |
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You hear footsteps and the door opens.
"Hello." Greets the man, who sounds like the dumb one on the intercom.
"Javier told me to bring you a pillow and blanket. For being reasonable." |
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"Thanks... I guess. Could you untie me?" |
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"No. Sorry." Fransisco states.
"Well... bye." He says. |
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"Well what's the sue of giving me that stuff if I can't use it," I complain. |
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'Here." Fransisco drapes the blanket over your body and places the pillow under your head. |
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"That's better," I reply. I try for awhile to go to sleep, managing to do so at last. |
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(Now, for realzies, I'm probably have to go to bed.
I am tired.) |
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I slept very lightly that night. |
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