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'Let's play a game', she laughed, swinging the handcuffs.

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I lowered the gun and I retched with disgust: his legs had been sewn on backwards.

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We patrol slowly through the endless mist and I'm tired, so tired I can barely hold my rifle.

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I was the one to develop the theory: a system to churn the cold, dark depths of the ocean in an effort to cool the warming seas.

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I switch to the next slide, my amplified voice echoing in the conference hall, 'only a few grams of botulin toxin in the water supply is fatal for the residents an entire city and the first warning of toxicity is difficulty breathing'.

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It was a sleep app, it was supposed to soothe my chaotic mind.

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It started as a riddle: 'how many holes does a human have?' I pull against the cable ties as her heels tap, tap, tap closer.

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She pressed the revolver to my ribs, I could feel her hand and voice shaking: "I don't want to kill you but they have my baby.... and I must do as they say!"

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The handgun pressed shakily to my temple: 'I don't want to kill you but if I refuse I don't get my baby back', she cried.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
'Let's play a game', she laughed, swinging the handcuffs.	47
I lowered the gun and I retched with disgust: his legs had been sewn on backwards.	26
We patrol slowly through the endless mist and I'm tired, so tired I can barely hold my rifle.	19
I was the one to develop the theory: a system to churn the cold, dark depths of the ocean in an effort to cool the warming seas.	11
I switch to the next slide, my amplified voice echoing in the conference hall, 'only a few grams of botulin toxin in the water supply is fatal for the residents an entire city and the first warning of toxicity is difficulty breathing'.	11
It was a sleep app, it was supposed to soothe my chaotic mind.	5
It started as a riddle: 'how many holes does a human have?' I pull against the cable ties as her heels tap, tap, tap closer.	4
She pressed the revolver to my ribs, I could feel her hand and voice shaking: "I don't want to kill you but they have my baby.... and I must do as they say!"	2
The handgun pressed shakily to my temple: 'I don't want to kill you but if I refuse I don't get my baby back', she cried.	1