A blue text box hovering in front of me, check.‘Wait, wait wait… Hold up, something ain’t right…’It was at this moment, that I remembered, I...died. Well, at least it’s not by a truck, that’d be too cliché. No, I died in a plane crash. What are the odds? It just so happened that a storm appeared right smack dab in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for no reason and somehow my plane is nearby. My last thoughts were, let’s see… ‘Fuck, I finally saved up enough money to upgrade my PC! Screw you. Suddenly she knew that this was real. Mark had actually done it. “Where’s Mark?” she called out. The man still remained silent. She wanted Mark there. She wanted her husband there. She didn’t want a stranger there. “Please say something,” she pleaded as she pulled on her bonds hoping that somehow they would give. Still no response came. “Why won’t you speak?” she asked. Suddenly the horror hit her. He wasn’t speaking because she would recognise his voice. “Oh my God, you know me don’t you?”. Being a typical polygamous cult, the old guys were banging all of the hot young thirteen and fourteen year olds, the minute they were ripe enough to 'marry', leaving the young men with not much to do with their time except spend a lot of time on their knees in the desert praying. Like most folks who spend too much time in the burning sands of some desolate wilderness thinking about God, they had a rather cavalier attitude towards the rest of us mere mortals. In their eyes we were all damned at. ‘Hmm. You smell so good. It would be a shame to get rid of both of you.’ He said biting me again. I struggled again to get away. He waited a few more minutes and then released me so I fell on my side. With each passing minute it seemed Chance was getting weaker. I held his head in my lap stroking his hair and murmuring softly to him. Sometimes he responded but most of the time he lay there with his eyes closed breathing shallowly. Sam sat there quietly for what seemed like forever watching us..