Trapped in Raven's Nest
"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. I'm just going to go home." The leader's smile fades, but he doesn't stop you from leaving. You walk away from the gang, looking over your shoulder to make sure no one is following you, and once you are out of their site you take off as fast as you can run.
When you get to the next town you quickly get to a phone and ring for a cab. A couple hours later you are home and quickly pass out in your bed from exhaustion.
That night, however, you are awoken to the sound of breaking glass. You jump out of bed to investigate but when you go for the door knob, the door flies open and slams into your face. The blow knocks you to the floor and your nose starts to bleed. But it gets worse when you realize who opened the door.
Out of the darkness comes to gang leader from Raven's Nest. He kneels down next to you and rams a 6 inch blade into your cut. "You really think we were just going to let you go?" he says as he reaches into his back pocket. He produces a small black book that you instantly recognize. "And what do we have here? Looks an awful lot like your address book to me. Sure is an shame that I am going to have to torture, rape, and kill everyone you ever loved. Sweet dreams, chump." He then ribs the knife across your lower abdomen. Your intestines come pouring out of your gut and spill out onto to floor...
When you get to the next town you quickly get to a phone and ring for a cab. A couple hours later you are home and quickly pass out in your bed from exhaustion.
That night, however, you are awoken to the sound of breaking glass. You jump out of bed to investigate but when you go for the door knob, the door flies open and slams into your face. The blow knocks you to the floor and your nose starts to bleed. But it gets worse when you realize who opened the door.
Out of the darkness comes to gang leader from Raven's Nest. He kneels down next to you and rams a 6 inch blade into your cut. "You really think we were just going to let you go?" he says as he reaches into his back pocket. He produces a small black book that you instantly recognize. "And what do we have here? Looks an awful lot like your address book to me. Sure is an shame that I am going to have to torture, rape, and kill everyone you ever loved. Sweet dreams, chump." He then ribs the knife across your lower abdomen. Your intestines come pouring out of your gut and spill out onto to floor...
