“So
explain to me again this whole complicated mess,” Officer
Wigglesworth said in a thick midwestern accent, plopping into his
chair.
“Well,
I met this guy John, righ-”
“Actually never mind, I don't care,” Wigglesworth said. “Listen, I don't even know what to do here. Ya got two peoples in love with ya. I had the same problem in my younger days when I had less years and inches on my belt,” he chuckled. “I'll tell ya what I would do. SCREAM” His voice becomes demonic. The walls start to close in. She's surrounded by flames and shadows and gut-rending horror. She was plunged into the Inferno. Images of a tortured childhood surround her. The darkness grows ever nearer. Wigglesworth's face surrounds her, screaming in an infernal bellow. She's trapped. Trapped in Hell. She had led a life of misery creating misery. She was trapped. She screamed. She screams again. She screams forever.
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