R: Smash the Walkie Talkie
From Create Your Own Story
You can't take this anymore, if you are going to die of starvation or dehydration, you might as well go through it in total silence.
Staring at the device, you say one last remark.
"FUCK YOU!"
You then smash the Walkie Talkie onto the cement floor. You feel a small sense of accomplishment as you watch the pieces of the annoying walkie talkie burst. That moment doesn't last long, though. Silence fills the room, dead silence. After a minute or two, a hole opens up on the ceiling, shortly followed by a flow of some unknown gas.
Seconds after, you begin to cough violently, every cough getting more worse than the last, never ending. At some point, you begin to cough up blood, you try not to spread the blood by covering your mouth with your hands, but it doesn't work as there is so much blood being chucked out that it drips off your hands, thus falling onto the floor. Slowly, you begin to become faint, your body is becoming weak. Puddles of blood are now circulated around you. What kind of gas is this?
You collapse onto the floor, still coughing and bursting out the blood, it is an awful and extremely disgusting sight to see. As your body fails, you shut your eyes shut and try to fall back asleep, this is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all... a... dream...
As you fall into the darkness of sleep, the fumes of the gas stop flowing. Shortly followed by the sounds of the door opening, it must be him!
"What are we going to do with you?" He quietly says, "You know, the old you would never do something as stupid as you did. I'm so sorry that I had to do that, but you did leave me no choice. Oh well, if you are still listening, I might as well tell you, the gas that I used for you. Yeah, it's kind of ripping apart your internal organs. So it is probably going to kill you in the next fifteen minutes.
He laughs for a short while then finishes his talk. "Goodbye! This is going to take a while to clean.."
The door then closes.
