My latest victim wakes up in the concrete room, chained to the floor. "I'd like to play a game with you, Jonathon." My voice is playing over a crackling speaker and he is so scared, when suddenly I realize I don't feel like doing this anymore, it's gotten kind of boring and I'm honestly just sick of it. It just takes such a long time and I don't really care about it anymore. I'm going to go take half a klonopin and maybe watch a movie or something