When they said I’d be paid based on how many days I survive, I thought they were joking. It wasn’t until after I signed on the dotted line and they put a blindfold over my eyes and bound my hands, that I realized they weren’t kidding. But I knew it was too late to go back.
I could hear breathing around me in the van, so I knew I wasn’t alone. But I was to remain quiet until we arrived.
I don’t know how long I was out for, but a voice over a loudspeaker woke me; “ON YOUR MARK!”
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Chilling!
Deliciously bleak