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The thick smell hung in the air as she stepped into the gleaming white room. It smelled like detergent, and she felt her nose wrinkle in disgust. Obsession could only go so far.
He stood, maybe 5 feet away, just looking. Standing. Staring. He had a creepy aura, even though it was the middle of the day and his face was neutral. I could see he was trouble, trouble for me, perhaps dangerous. I looked away, for an escape.
The slight buzz in my ears, the crackle of the machine at my belt. I would be fine for a while, I was sure, but I had to get in and out of the compound. Fast. It wasn't worth harming myself for the bastard that sent me to find his stupid jacket.
Staring at the light, eyes burning, Jane watched the sun slowly sink into the ground on the horizon. She felt a tickle at her feet, shifting softly to escape the odd feeling against her bare skin.
The blank walls continued endlessly as she ran, skidding slightly with every turn of a corner. It was essential she escaped from the grey labyrinth soon, or she would face the worst.
Metered, an unknown word I have no time to define. Born of some imagination, somewhere, from some time, out of a need for the word. I wonder who first used it?
The girl woke up in the room as light streamed through the barred opening above her, hitting her face. How long ago had she been captured and taken to this room? She couldn't answer. The drugs knocked her out for days at a time.
Thunderous noise came into hearing as I sat by the field. How I ended up there, I had no idea, but the noise became ever louder, though I couldn't see its source. It sounded like a stampede.
There was a strange noise coming from the end of the catwalk, out of sight due to the lights shining onto my face. It sounded like a sparkler, a faint crackling under the applaud and roar of the crowd as I span to adequately ripple the silk that hung around my legs.
The drum beat was oddly soothing, as was the cold against my back as I looked up at the night sky surrounded by fire. I would be there soon in spirit, an offering to the God of Fire and Life, I would serve him in his realm for all eternity.
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