100 Words: Good Boy

Getting out of the room proved to be easy enough; once she stopped caring about the dizziness, she used the lightheadedness to fuel herself with giddy determination. One gloved hand held a fistful of gurgling-dude’s hair, while the other one trailed around the wall, the room, searching.

“Be my seeing eye dog,” she said to the man she held.

Gurgle. “Wha?”

“Where are we? Where’s the door?” she asked.

“L-left? Left, yes. To your left.”

Bloody, shaky, furious and determined, she nodded, going left.

The man she dragged nearly wet himself as she grinned and said, “Good boy. Let’s go.”

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2 Responses to 100 Words: Good Boy

  1. Abbie Smith says:

    Bwahaha! She is crazy and ruthless. How did she get like this? Love it

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