Yet another old story I made. This one was supposedly more a book then a story. Had a different feel. I don’t think Im going to continue this one.
Episode 1
The lights were bright, very old, but still very bright. Yet I couldnt look away, I wasnt allowed to. I was tied to the chair incase of attempted escape. But I wouldnt be doing that, I was already too tired from the previous nights activities. I had been caught, much before I wished to be, but caught none the less.
The room, or what I saw of it through the light was dark, walls made of stone, mold spreading in the corners, giving it a greenish glow; it was small too.. The door, centered on the wall to my right was made of heavy iron. These doors, compared to the rest of the room, looked brand new. I sat in a wooden chair, and there was a plastic desk in front of me, which held the light, so carelessly pointed into my face. My hands were professionally tied behind my back with rough rope. I was assuming that there was a chair opposite of me, though I couldnt get a glimpse of it, because of the light. I was stripped of everything unnecessary or dangerous. For me at the time, it was mostly dangerous. I was left in my business suit, and my trousers, but missing a belt of course. The door creaked open, and in stepped, Im guessing, a man. He casually walked in, and sat in the chair opposite of me. I decided to close my eyes, since there wasnt much left to see either way. He got right to the point. read more