Monday, 10 July 2017

Flooring The Guy

He kept swearing that he wasn’t involved, at first, but they just kept dragging him down the stairs, seeming to take perverse delight in dragging him by the ankles down sixty or so floors rather than take the elevator.

His pleas quickly devolved into random swears and cries of pain as the floor number ticked down, by around the thirtieth floor he had gone silent, his eyes glassy, a thin trickle of blood following them down.

Upon arrival at the basement, they were slightly concerned they’d gone too far, but then the guy who was involved found them and attacked.

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