His spam box showed 666 mails. The devil was coming for me, he thought. Of late, he had been getting worried about selling his soul to the devil. He was approached by his minions in various forms. Some tried to be his buddies. Others blatantly sold sex. A few offered to lengthen his penis. The vile ones offered him copious amounts of cash. The temptations just went on and on. He always fended them off with a clever click that sent them all to his spam box. But today, was different. The number 666 stared him in the face. He felt tempted to visit his spam folder. There in the midst of all the temptations lay an email from an old flame.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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