A Collection Of Short Writing. @Acidjib on twitter
No one ever escapes from here; it rises from the barren desert, a concrete fortress behind double razor wire fences. Its windows are narrow horizontal openings resembling the arrow slits of a medieval fort. No one has ever escaped from here. The large metal gates loomed over the buildings and were lined with their own garnishing of hungry blades. But past the creaky gates, past the concrete shell of a building there was a hidden villa, with the jaunty angles of a modern architects work. A hidden egg buried deep into a nest of concrete. And it was mine. Rightfully mine in a way that felt unfamiliar and outdated. It became mine entirely through victory in a duel. No not pistols at dawn, though I would have loved to put a bullet between the eyes of Charmbrose. A man with wealth like his thinks he can get away with anything. Only when the hammer of my attorney fell heavily onto his knee, crippling him eternally, did he finally find his place.
I had just stepped into the villa and a strong breeze blew the door shut behind me. Then I heard the door lock. I tried the handle with no success and as I got out my phone I heard the voice of Charmbrose echo through the halls.
‘You may have taken this home from me, it may be rightfully yours, but I still own it. I control it and through that I control you. Ready to have some fun?’