"You know, you have a point there. Let me get some money." Jim answered with calm. He came back, gave the money to the man, and when they shook hand the man fell on the ground unconscious. "Neanderthalian asshole." Jim did the same thing to Sharon before she could object.
Sharon woke up feeling like shit. She needed one of those cigarettes there and now. "Jim?" she said in a feeble voice, being somehow unable to move. When her eyes got used to the darkness, she understood she was tied to a table in Jim's basement; the unknown man was tied to another. Jim walked into the room, with a labcoat on and his head shaven; he kissed Sharon on the cheek lightly, apparently ignoring the fact that she was shaking, and turned his attention to the man.
"If you tell me a way to reverse what you did, you'll walk out of here with nothing more than a few bruises and a severe amnesia. If not... well, while you were knocked out I have analyzed the cigarettes, and can choose between a major lawsuit and keeping you alive and suffering for months.... actually, forget the lawsuit. I think that if you don't tell me how to break the addiction I'll dissolve you in acid one little bit at a time... I want to see how little of a human being can survive on its own."
Mon Sep 18 18:27:42 2000