Study Hall
A light fog of smoke covered the mid air hovering over everyone’s head face down in their laptops,
Burning away their dept with their fingers,
One after the other,
No time to look up only type,
Only type,
Only type,
Sweating acid stains down into the keyboards as their bodies decay,
Finally one jumps up from the table,
He slams his laptop onto the floor and yells I can’t take it anymore,
His belly hungry for more,
Something had awaken inside of him,
It had been rumbling around for some time now just waiting for an escape,
Waiting for the right time,
Jeopardizing his entire future for a shot at freedom,
For a breath of fresh air,
A breath of fresh air,
A breath of fresh air,
He spit into his hand and rolled it across his hair slicking it behind his ear,
He needed to hear clearly his calling,
He leaned over to the left of him and rammed his fingers down on this persons keyboard to type his last email,
Be there soon is all the email read,
I followed him as he storms out with his head held high,
He made it easy by leaving a trail of clothes in this path,
What was it he was stripping down to I had no idea,
Was he then going to be nude?
I followed him all the way to a building that had been left open,
Only about three blocks down the road,
Walking into the building that lead to a staircase,
I can still hear him running down to the bottom,
Jumping and hurdling over each railing,
I slowly made my way down behind him,
Creeping into the final door covered in rust and mold to see what his future holds,
It was a blow torch and latex slacks,
He breathes fire from his lunges and smoke out of his nose,
A pyrosadist,
Ropes and whips drenched in gasoline,
Ready for the next Sub to enter in,
He cracks a fire torched whip across the body of a willing woman,
Her screams were of pain and pleasure,
You can tell by how wet her panties were under her,
More she screams,
More she screams,
More she screams until her body evaporates into thin air and the dust from her arises into his nose,
He sniffs her freedom...
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