My heart was going in overdrive. I was now in the bowels of the Cubonics supercomplex, about to go through hell. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody knows except for Wallace, and he's deep under the earth. He planned out his faked death a year in advance. He buried a shipping container in the middle of nowhere, with him inside. He's invisible. Nobody can save me here. I've hit the end of the road, like all my friends. You get caught by the corporations or the government (what difference is there, really?) and you will never come out.
Tears ran down my eyes after ten minutes of the light. I was sweating in panic. The place smelled like food. My captors must have had some fresh McDonald's when they tied me up. This brought to my attention how hungry I was. My lips were chapped. My hands started to tingle.
Another ten minutes passed. My hands grew clammy and numb, and my legs shook. I was terrified. This could be the end, any second, or in a month. I don't care how tied up I am - I'm not going to starve to death, tied on a chair, in the middle of a pitch-black room. That's a bullshit way to die.
The light prevented me from gaining any details of my surroundings. The chair was solid, but I could just barely rock it. The only thing I could see was the light right in front of my face. Slowly I gained momentum, back and forth. If you are wondering how I am managing this, being tied from head to foot... they skimped on the upper body and just tied my arms down. I wanted that light. Rocking... rocking...
There, only an inch away. I gave more force to the last push forward, and I touched the light with my nose! I smiled and closed my eyes for a second. A few seconds passed before I got serious again. I wanted that light. An idea came into my head. What if I grabbed the light with my mouth? Could I get a chip of broken glass and free my hands? Either way, the light had to die.
I leaned forward and bit the incandescent light bulb. The top half caved in, and I felt a solid jolt of electricity slapping my tongue. A warm rush rose in my mouth as blood quickly seeped in. I saw two blue flashes of pain, and I kept falling. My chin hit first, and the rest of the bulb shattered in my mouth. That was perhaps the biggest failure known to humanity.
I heard a slam as a door opened, and the lights in the room sputtered on.
Tears ran down my eyes after ten minutes of the light. I was sweating in panic. The place smelled like food. My captors must have had some fresh McDonald's when they tied me up. This brought to my attention how hungry I was. My lips were chapped. My hands started to tingle.
Another ten minutes passed. My hands grew clammy and numb, and my legs shook. I was terrified. This could be the end, any second, or in a month. I don't care how tied up I am - I'm not going to starve to death, tied on a chair, in the middle of a pitch-black room. That's a bullshit way to die.
The light prevented me from gaining any details of my surroundings. The chair was solid, but I could just barely rock it. The only thing I could see was the light right in front of my face. Slowly I gained momentum, back and forth. If you are wondering how I am managing this, being tied from head to foot... they skimped on the upper body and just tied my arms down. I wanted that light. Rocking... rocking...
There, only an inch away. I gave more force to the last push forward, and I touched the light with my nose! I smiled and closed my eyes for a second. A few seconds passed before I got serious again. I wanted that light. An idea came into my head. What if I grabbed the light with my mouth? Could I get a chip of broken glass and free my hands? Either way, the light had to die.
I leaned forward and bit the incandescent light bulb. The top half caved in, and I felt a solid jolt of electricity slapping my tongue. A warm rush rose in my mouth as blood quickly seeped in. I saw two blue flashes of pain, and I kept falling. My chin hit first, and the rest of the bulb shattered in my mouth. That was perhaps the biggest failure known to humanity.
I heard a slam as a door opened, and the lights in the room sputtered on.
