Raoul came back to consciousness in a dark room. A foul odor pervaded the air and he glanced down to realize he had soiled himself. A rectangle of bright light suddenly blinded the young DeChagny. The light faded and a voice, soft yet dangerous spoke, "Good evening Monsieur DeChagny. I trust your accomadations have been..." The voice stopped. "Pleasant." Raoul felt a strong hand grab his shoulder. "What is it you want?!" Raoul shouted out, turning around to face the voice. "I desire your demise to be excruciating." the voice spoke to DeChagny's left. The terrified boy faced the voice again, randomly trying to feel for a wall or the captor whom the voice belonged to. "And I always get what I desire." The voice spoke again, this time from behind Raoul. DeChagny tried to turn, but a rope caught around his neck quickly tightened and his vision blurred, then faded to darkness.
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phantomsgrief
01:38 Nov 12 2010
you write beautifully love.. i wish i had half the talent you do