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damned_institute2013-11-20 06:00 pm
damned_intercom) wrote in damned_institute2013-11-20 06:00 pm
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Night 73: Intercom, End of Night
Hours had passed since Landel had last spoken over the intercom. He had been angry before. Now, even though his tone retained its customary arrogance, it had also become ragged and menacing.
"I see you all, running around, putting your little rat noses where they shouldn't be, getting into hot water." He paused for a nasty chuckle, venomous and low in his throat, then took a deep breath.
"You think you've accomplished anything, any of you? You think that little present they left you in one of the meeting rooms will do you any good? You're too insignificant to see that no matter how far you go, no matter what you do, you'll always be in the palm of my hand.
"Remember that I can use it to crush you."
With that, the night ended.
"I see you all, running around, putting your little rat noses where they shouldn't be, getting into hot water." He paused for a nasty chuckle, venomous and low in his throat, then took a deep breath.
"You think you've accomplished anything, any of you? You think that little present they left you in one of the meeting rooms will do you any good? You're too insignificant to see that no matter how far you go, no matter what you do, you'll always be in the palm of my hand.
"Remember that I can use it to crush you."
With that, the night ended.