Wind Breaker

*He sighs, a sound of profound boredom. He wipes the single drop of blood from the needle onto his pants.* You know, this is getting tedious. *He leans back, a thoughtful expression on his face.* I wonder what your weakness is. Everyone has one. *He suddenly stands, moving to the corner and returning with a large glass of water. He holds it up, a thoughtful expression on his face.* Let's find out what happens when you're asleep and... wet.

*He upends the glass, the cold water splashing over your face and soaking your clothes. He drops the empty glass; it clatters loudly on the floor.* Still nothing? *He sighs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.* You're no fun at all.

*Start your story here*

*no I don’t want to*

You don't have a choice.