I’m staring at a pile of half naked men all pressed up against one another as they all moan together at the same time.

A shocking sight indeed but let’s put that aside for the moment.

That was magic. Magic. Sure, it could have been a trick, it could have been a hallucination from some psychedelics I had been administered without my knowledge, anything’s possible. But I felt. I don’t know what exactly, but I felt it. That was magic or something like it. Yeah, odds are looking pretty solid for fantasy world abduction.

I get up pretty unsteadily, my legs having gotten numb from not moving for sometime, and go over to check on everyone.

Yep, everyone’s beat up and about half are unconscious. I’m no doctor, medical or otherwise, so I can’t fix up their wounds or offer any sort of counselling, so after standing there on my two legs leaning side to side and saying nothing at all for much too long, I decide to go over and look at what Bluey has left us.

The bucket was self explanatory. This is a stone room that only has a single feature, the door, and everybody poops. It was already safe to say but I am not going to enjoy my time here at all.

Secondly was the sack. Tentatively, I pick it up and look inside. Potatoes. Not just any ordinary potatoes either, blue potatoes. Why is it that out of the three organic things I have seen so far, two of them are blue. But I digress.

This part was fairly self explanatory too. So I took out a potato, took the sack over to everyone else, walked back to my corner, and sat down.

I looked at my potato and the potato looked at me. Together, we both realised right then that I was actually very hungry. I hadn’t eaten in who knows how long and I was starving. It didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that besides resorting to the option of cannibalism I was going to have to eat this blue potato. I could wait until someone else ate theirs, but they’re not going to be eating anything in a hurry. We were fish in a barrel, and the fisherman doesn’t just catch their fish to then poison them for no reason, right? So I took a bite.

“...”

“...”

“...”

It’s delicious. Sure it was hard and crunchy, but it was good. Before I knew it I had already finished it and was left staring at my empty hands. I looked back to the sack and thought about taking another one but I got a hold of myself. Let’s just see what happens first.

So I waited and eventually everyone else got themselves sorted out and managed to get a potato into their stomachs. 31 in total. Bluey’s taking care of his stock it seems. I looked around for a bit but after a serious amount of emotional turmoil it didn’t take long before I finally drifted off to sleep.

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CCCRRRRREEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK

I startle awake. Everyone does. Bluey walks in again but this time he’s empty handed. He takes one look around until his eyes land on Clubby. He walks over, grabs him by the neck just the same as he did with the first guy, pulls him up, walks back out the door and closes the door behind him.

Goodbye Clubby. Good luck.

No one does anything. We’ve all seen what happened. No one says anything. What can we say? So we all just sit there and do nothing. We wait.

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CCCRRRRREEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK

Bluey walks in, drops off another sack, picks up the empty one, walks out and closes the door behind him. I grab and eat a potato before I sit back in my corner and fall back to sleep again.

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CCCRRRRREEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK

Bluey walks in. Looks around and goes over to someone with his hand stretched out to them, but this guy tries to fight back. However he’s unconscious before anyone figures out how. And so Bluey grabs him, takes him outside and closes the door behind him.

And so it goes.

We all wait around as time goes by and before we know it, it all falls into a routine.

Bluey comes in and takes someone. Sometimes they fight, sometimes they cry and beg, sometimes they try to run. It never works. Then, he comes back later with potatoes, and that's it for the day.

Sometimes I use the bucket, it doesn't take me too long to get used to it, but the rest of the time I just wait for Bluey. Wait for my turn as our numbers dwindle.

28.

27.

26.

25.

24.

I realise that I’ve been sitting in a corner of a stone cell for a significant period of time now wearing only a pair of board shorts, but I haven’t really felt cold at all the whole time. Probably some magical gimmick.

23.

22.

21.

20.

After number 14 it slows down. Two sacks come in between people. Three. Five. Until eventually it's just me and the speedo guy.

Who would have thought it?

Last time Bluey walked in he just threw in a full sack and he hasn’t come back. Me and the speedo guy split it and took different corners of the room. We had nothing really to say to each other, so we just sat there, waiting.

For our turn.

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CCCRRRRREEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK

Bluey walks in with a sack in hand and tosses it to the floor. But then, he looks over at the speedo guy.

Speedo guy pales and the next thing he does is try to run. It doesn’t work. Bluey’s too fast to even see. He’s just there, over by the corner with the knocked out speedo guy in his grip.

He walks out and closes the door behind him.

Goodbye speedo guy. It’s just me now.

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I wait.

The cell’s all to myself now. I pace to pass the time while I’m not sleeping, or eating a potato, or using the bucket which is now almost full by the way.

I wait for the creak and look over my life in my head. Not too bad is the conclusion I have arrived at over my period of introspection. Not the worst, not the best, but not too bad.

CCCRRRRREEEAAAAAAAKKKKKK

Bluey comes in. I look at him. He looks at me. I’ve seen all the others try everything to get away from him. There’s no point in trying to. So all that’s left is surrender and with that last thought, I walk over to him.

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes but I don’t care to think about it. He moves out of the way for me and I walk through the doorway.

Here we go.