The Writer (Dyerz)

I looked at the man, squirming silently in the chair, bolted to the floor. Sometimes, I can watch them go for hours, carving pieces of skin of their face. I spun a whiteboard and walked to him. I tore the ductape of his mouth. He wheezed "please, I have a family a-" "oohh, sh sh sh, shhhh, I know and a dog too! But, you don't get to decide anymore what happens to you. You see, I am authoring your future. To me, it looks like fun, because your family will get to seeee you." He looked at me with his bloodshot eyes and said "you will be defeated." "Yes, but the point is the cost." I spun around, dancing towards a camera. I turned it on and waved.

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