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Don't you dare threaten me, she said. She held the knife above her head. The blood dripped down the blade, onto her hand.
The jury walked back into the room. None of them looked him in the eye. A bad sign. He watched their faces. They were somber and serious. Except for the one he knew as Bobby. Bobby smiled. Bobby was looking him straight in the eye. Now, that insult so many years before would come full circle.
The liquid dripped down the walls of the prison, dark and corrosive. It pooled at the bottom, with a reflective sheen from the little bit of light in the cell. And then it started to come alive.
He had toned up his act. He was ready to step on stage. He put all the fear behind him, walked out, and took a deep breath. The curtain went up. The crowd went wild.
What's that buzzing?
I don't hear it.
Really? It's so loud to me.
You're crazy.
I don't think so. Damn, that's loud.
Just keep it to yourself. I don't want to hear about your buzzing.
Ok
Help, I'm stuck in this maze.
You're supposed to be in there.
But why?
Once you answer that question, you may have a chance at escape.
I don't know, I just don't know the answer.
Then you will stay in there. You will never escape.