Now you believe that I'm not normal, huh? Well, this is going to make you tear your hair out.
So, as I was saying, I was sucked into the glass of Coke. The next thing that happened, someone pressed a cloth to my nose, and I fell into a heavy sleep.
When I woke up, I was covered in tubes. I was lying somewhere that looked like a hospital, but still in my pink X-His. Good. I tried to get out, but it felt as if there were invisible restraints holding me. A monitor next to my shoulder beeped and said, "Prisoner #2 has awoke."
Well, well, well. So I was a prisoner. Two heavily armed guards yanked me up by my shirt, and dragged me across the hall to a dark and empty room. It smelled of rum. They shoved me into a cold chair, and clapped a handcuff on my arms.
A mad-looking man strolled in, looking as if he won a million bucks, and sat down in his leather chair. He stared coldly into my eyes. "Well, I see you're shy, Jonas. Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cornelius. Cornelius Zaphoff. And you have just been captured into the custody of The Zaphoff Towers. Would you like to die a short death or a long death?"
I didn't want to know, but I answered anyway, the way all the heroes in books do. Well, not exactly. I declared, "A short death."
Mr. Zaphoff smirked and said, "Well, you have no choice, anyways, so I'll decide for ya. Hmm...Make it a long, painful death, Guards. And make it very special for the young boy. A very long and painful death. And YOU shall suffer, piece by piece, Jonas."
So, as I was saying, I was sucked into the glass of Coke. The next thing that happened, someone pressed a cloth to my nose, and I fell into a heavy sleep.
When I woke up, I was covered in tubes. I was lying somewhere that looked like a hospital, but still in my pink X-His. Good. I tried to get out, but it felt as if there were invisible restraints holding me. A monitor next to my shoulder beeped and said, "Prisoner #2 has awoke."
Well, well, well. So I was a prisoner. Two heavily armed guards yanked me up by my shirt, and dragged me across the hall to a dark and empty room. It smelled of rum. They shoved me into a cold chair, and clapped a handcuff on my arms.
A mad-looking man strolled in, looking as if he won a million bucks, and sat down in his leather chair. He stared coldly into my eyes. "Well, I see you're shy, Jonas. Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cornelius. Cornelius Zaphoff. And you have just been captured into the custody of The Zaphoff Towers. Would you like to die a short death or a long death?"
I didn't want to know, but I answered anyway, the way all the heroes in books do. Well, not exactly. I declared, "A short death."
Mr. Zaphoff smirked and said, "Well, you have no choice, anyways, so I'll decide for ya. Hmm...Make it a long, painful death, Guards. And make it very special for the young boy. A very long and painful death. And YOU shall suffer, piece by piece, Jonas."