(attack the boy)
Paralyzed with fear, you stop breathing, your eyes trained on the
weapon pointed at your fleshy throat. Slowly, your eyes flicker
upwards to meet the deep blue of eyes of the boy.
"I will be back with food and water," the boy says. "Do
not try to run. I will find you. You cannot escape me. And if I find
you have misbehaved... well, I'll just let your imagination think of a
horrible punishment. Do you understand?"
Frightfully, you gulp and nod your head. With a smile, the boy pulls
the weapon away from you, and then walks out of the small, circular
room you are in and falls from your sight.
Terrified, you do not move, but choose to lay on the ground and stared
at the vaulted ceiling, awaiting the return of the boy.
Suddenly filled with vile hatred, you lash out at the boy. Before you
realize what has happened, you are on the ground, a long wooden spear
with a very sharp metal tip aimed directly at your throat. "I
suggest," the boy hissed, "that you do not try that again.
You do not want to end up like Karrie, forever screaming in pain...
and terror."
