Originally Posted by
CircleC
....collapsing to his knees, stomach tightening, airway constricting, he lunges toward the lock compartment,
"If I could.....just.....un.....lock....the......"
"lock...."
The tall figure collapsed lifelessly onto the bed. Is he dead? Wondered I...
Seconds later, the body of the tall stranger began to convulse and shake like it was amped by a 1000Walt discharge
Is he dead, deadish or just dying? Thought I, wishing I had a stick to poke him with.
Suddenly, the great hand of the tall stranger lunged forth towards the chains of my hand cuffs. With one great pull, it tried to rid me of my shackles.
But it failed and fell down onto the floor.
Now chained down to the bed as intedend by the dark maiden, with a body of a tall stranger as my only accomplice I sensed an ever higher danger...
I grasped out the chop sticks and tried to work them into opening the lock, (who knew that plastic didn't work on metal?) Until, I saw a lock pick, coming out from the tall strangers mouth.
I reached out to grab it, but suddenly...
Don't cry, don't regret and don't blame
Weak find the whip, willing find freedom
Towards the sun, carry your name
In warm hands you are given
Ask the wind for the way
Uncertainty's gone, your path will unravel
Accept all as it is and do not blame
God or the Devil
~Born to Live - Mavrik~