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