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Hello, Mr. Lion - Part 6

Hello, Mr. Lion - Part 6

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Published by Michael V. Waechter
Waking to find himself trapped in a cage and put on display for figures known as the "watchers," a brutal killer plots his grisly revenge as each day brings him closer to freedom and deeper into a psychotic breakdown. Published through Amazon and CreateSpace.
Waking to find himself trapped in a cage and put on display for figures known as the "watchers," a brutal killer plots his grisly revenge as each day brings him closer to freedom and deeper into a psychotic breakdown. Published through Amazon and CreateSpace.

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Published by: Michael V. Waechter on Jun 04, 2011
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06/12/2011

 
 
 
 
Day 25:
 I slowly stalk the dark walkways of my cell block. My
stomach rumbles. I’m fucking hungry. I’m looking for 
flesh. I round a corner, I see more cells. There is no onearound. There are no faces to rip apart. There are no
trainers. I’m alone.
 
I pass each cell… empty. Out of this whole fucking
huge place, I must have been the only one on exhibit.Perhaps I was the only one who killed? Perhaps I wasthe only one bold enough to break their rules? I feelpride. I
feel special. I feel like a king! I feel… very
alone.A
mouse scurries across my path. I run towards it. It’s
certainly not my ideal food by any means, but dearfucking shit it would taste so delicious after a week anda half of no meals. I slowly creep u
 p to it… like some
animal. It huddles its body tight between a wall and an
empty cell. It doesn’t know I’m here. It’s about to die…its body is about to be crushed between my teeth… its blood is about to drip down my throat… its tail is about
to squirm bet
ween my lips… it knows nothing. It looksso happy. I’m going to show it horror. My stomach
aches. I salivate.Just as I prepare to jump upon the mouse, catching itstail beneath my palm, it scurries through the bars of theempty cell. I pounce towards it like some animal but am
met with metal. The bars… they separate me from my prey. They’re fucking with my meal. I’m so hungry. I
can already taste the juicy meat, but the mouse is justout of reach. He hops towards the center of the cell
laughing at me. He’s pointing and laughing! He’s
 
 
fucking laughing! There’s a pond in the middle of thecell… it looks just like mine. He dives into it; he’s
happy like a rain drop. His body makes a plopping
noise… a FUCKING PLOPPING noise! He dives in
again. More plops. He laughs! He dives again andagain! Each time he vanishes into the depths of the
 pond, and yet each time he’s once again on the shore to
dive once more.
He’s so free! He’s free
inside the cell,
and I’m caged outside of 
 
it… unable to feed… unableto move… feeling tired… feeling warm…
watching his
happy dives again and again…
the lights shine on me.
They’
re so bright, they blind me.
I’
m caught. Thetrainers are here.I awaken fairly feverish in the front of my cell; the sunbaking me like week-
old meat. I’m
scrunched againstthe bars of my cage. It takes me a moment to realizewhere I am. The watchers
are already here… I slept
late.I stretch upon the dirt feeling a bit too lazy to stand up.I feel a piece of popcorn hit my head and bounce back through the bars to the ground beyond. I gaze down the
long row of bars that line my cage and count… there’s
bar number 7. They know nothing.
For the past several nights I’ve been removing that bar when I wasn’t being guarded by a trainer. I’ve been so
close to fitting through the gap between the 6
th
bar andthe 8
th
 
 bar but just haven’t been able to make it.
I getstuck about midway through, pushing against theground with agony. I fear getting stuck and beingdiscovered, so each night I retreat back into the depthsof my cell.

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