I’ll dark and gritty your FACE!

Wait, that didn’t make sense. Lemme try again.

I woke up with chains on my arms, the taste of blood in my mouth and her memory hiding in the shadows of my heart. The chair they had chained me to was old. Rust coated the legs and spread it’s oxidized tendrils up onto the seat. A bad first date in the back of a squid’s Volkswagon. Then the rape started.

Interesting discussion. Sounds like a really warped teacher. I got that part, but I think the overall point got lost as I lost track of which one was talking, which is probably why I didn’t get the ending.

Though it does make me want to take a creative writing class just to see what kind of nutjob teacher I get.