A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Atroxeus
Atroxeus
Aug 23, 2017 · 2 min read

57.
58.
59.

It has been exactly a minute and a half since he started counting the droplets of water dripping from an unfamiliar ceiling. Before that, he can’t recall anything he has been doing for the past few hours. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to.

He tried to move his hand, to no avail. It seemed that his body, for whatever it did or has been done to, still doesn’t want to move. He closed his eyes and remained to himself.

60.

As the 60th drop reached the floor, he heard a familiar voice, exactly 1 minute and 45 seconds. As he usually comes.

“You’ve done it again, Jean.” A big old man, with a hearty white beard came from the door. You can clearly see his sweat as if he used all his life to run to where Jean is right now.

“You do know that individuals such as you have their own limits on what they can do, yes?” The old man said with a big smile, as he usually does.

“Yeah, I do know.” Jean replied.

“Now, you really can’t move for a while after you’ve done it. But now’s a new record, it’s already 3 hours, 25 minutes and 34 seconds and you’re still not able to move.” He looked at Jean’s body inspecting every nook and cranny he can without touching it. “Have you pushed yourself further?” He inquired with a huge grin.

Jean silently gazed in an unfamiliar ceiling, as if he heard nothing from the big old man.

“I’ve arranged the process.” The hearty man said. “They’re coming right about-”

“Police! Don’t move!”

Just as before the hearty man was able to finish what he was saying a troop of men armed with high calibre rifles stormed the room, they quickly surrounded Jean and without hesitation sprayed all their rifles towards him, decimating his body leaving only a mangled corpse filled with bullets and a pool of blood.

“-now.” The hearty man grinned. “I guess I’m a second off on my timing.”

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