Mark opened his eyes…where was he? His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and he noticed there was no door. Next to him sat a tape recorder. He picked it up, and pressed play.
“Hello Mark,” rasped an old voice, “You have been very bad..Because of that you will play my game. Everything is covered with thousands of tiny shards of glass. As you can tell yor clothes have bee STOLEN from you. There are three podiums around you. Two of them have a button that will clear a path for you and open a door. The other means
death”
Mark stood up. As the tape had said there was three podiums around him. One had a teddy bear on it, the other had a box of cheez-its. The third had money on it, beautiful money. Mark slowly stepped onto the glass. He cringed as he made his way towards the sack of money. He lifted the sack. A voice activated
“The 10 commandments say you shall’t not steal..Too bad”
The bag of money exploded in a blast of glass. Mark lay bloodied and disoriented. The walls closed in, dead