Trap Door

A mystery man appeared from a dark corner. My thoughts were racing. Who was he? What did he want? Where am I? Why am I here? It has been an odd day. When the mystery man pulls out a knife my mind quickly returns to the thoughts about who was this guy and what does he want?

Apparently, the answer was blood. The mystery man started carving at my skin like he was skinning a deer. What is this all about? What happened to my business meeting in the calm tea shop? And now the most important thought has become WHY IS THIS GUY CARVING ME UP? The mystery man won't even say a word no matter how much I shout in sheer pain and agony. All of a sudden, whoosh.  I drop through the floor again into a space-like abyss.

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