Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is belt
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This is a stand alone freewrite (probably), although it does follow on from "Jelly". To start at the beginning click here.
Mike had an urge to push the tower of boxes.
He resisted that urge, worried that the boxes might land in random places (like on top of his head).
He moved away.
And then ran quickly back pushed the tower as hard as he could and ran in the opposite direction, shouting "timmmmbbbeeeeeeerrrrr!" as he ran.
For a second he felt a joy he hadn't had since he entered the strange Jelly house: a childish freedom.
And then a box hit him on the head and he lost consciousness.
When he woke, he was sitting in a very small white room, his hands and feet tied together with a leather belt.
It was his belt, he noticed. His trousers were around his ankles. He suddenly felt very vulnerable.
Where the fuck am I? What the hell happened? And who tied me up? And what the fuck do they want from me?
All these questions flew through his mind. The room gave no answers, the walls blank and unhelpful.
"Hello?" he called out. "Anyone there?"
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