omega
03-26-2009, 11:56 PM
He turned on her camera, ready to do it.
“Hello, slave.”
“My name is James. And you will call me by my name.”
“No, I wont. I am your master, do as I say.”
He stood up, taking the object in her hand and rasing it.
“This is a Glock 17, semi-automatic handgun. Manufactured in 2005. It has one shot loaded in it.”
He took out the clip and showed it to her.
“Give me back all of what I sent you, and any storage device, or any object with me in it, into your lake. Now.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll pull this little metal thing here, creaing a spark, igniting gunpowder, propelling the 9mm slug 8 inches into my skull.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Do you really wany that guilt, of ending a life over a simple game?”
“You won’t do it.”
“Watch me.”
He turned off the safety and started to pull the trigger.
“Wait! I’ll do it.”
“Now.”
She did as he was told, and took any materal and her computer and threw it out her back window, into the lake below.
“Good.”
“Bye.”
He raised the gun once more, pulling the trigger.
Pop.
The gun fired.
He fell to the floor.
She screamed.
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I’m going to write prequils to this. This is not the end. This is not going where you think. Please do not delete this for whatever reason.
“Hello, slave.”
“My name is James. And you will call me by my name.”
“No, I wont. I am your master, do as I say.”
He stood up, taking the object in her hand and rasing it.
“This is a Glock 17, semi-automatic handgun. Manufactured in 2005. It has one shot loaded in it.”
He took out the clip and showed it to her.
“Give me back all of what I sent you, and any storage device, or any object with me in it, into your lake. Now.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll pull this little metal thing here, creaing a spark, igniting gunpowder, propelling the 9mm slug 8 inches into my skull.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Do you really wany that guilt, of ending a life over a simple game?”
“You won’t do it.”
“Watch me.”
He turned off the safety and started to pull the trigger.
“Wait! I’ll do it.”
“Now.”
She did as he was told, and took any materal and her computer and threw it out her back window, into the lake below.
“Good.”
“Bye.”
He raised the gun once more, pulling the trigger.
Pop.
The gun fired.
He fell to the floor.
She screamed.
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I’m going to write prequils to this. This is not the end. This is not going where you think. Please do not delete this for whatever reason.