by Doug Hawley
like I’d been caged forever, but I’m sure that it was only a few days. I
suppose that I might consider my imprisonment my fault, but I blame my
family. They gave me a horrible example
of how to live and I ended up just like them. But I must not dwell on that, I
must think only of my present situation and how to escape my captivity.
feed me a few vegetables, bread, and water a day. I get nothing but verbal
abuse from them: “You deserve your treatment!” and worse.
starving; I don’t know how long I can survive. If that weren’t bad enough, I’m
forced to endure torture three hours a day. There is nowhere to sit, just a
thin mattress on the floor.
I’m eligible for release. I’ve lost the twenty-five pounds that I signed up
for. Sure, I could have stayed at the Hilton for less, but I’m sure I would
have dined on steak and had four or five drinks a night, and ended up gaining
weight. With the Guaranteed Weight Loss
Plan, I can finally get into last year’s pants.
I’ve got to
admit that the exercise machines were first-rate, even though they were killing
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aberrantword - Doug Hawley