I walk in to a concrete basement or warehouse type structure. There are two men walking behind me who I don't look at. They are hulking and faceless. They are watching to make sure I do what I am suppose to do.
In the middle of the bare room there is a black trunk. Inside the black trunk there is a man. He has been inside the trunk for 2 days. I am expected to kill this man, it is my friend Eli.
I undo the catches on the trunk and Eli tumbles out. He is dirty, his beard is long, and he is skeletal. He looks at me with vacate eyes, resigned and unafraid.
The two men behind me get closer. Crowd me from behind but I don't look back. The room gets thick with sweat and the concrete warms.
I am suppose to kill my friend, that's what is expected, to beat him to death.
I reach down and grab him and shove him back in the trunk, the only thing I can think of to delay what seems to be inevitable.
My two shadows escort me out, down a hall, to my own much smaller concrete room lit by a sallow fluorescent. I sit on the floor. The door is shut and locked. I have bought myself another day.
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