PT: Short. A drabble. One hundred words exactly. Don't believe me? Count the words. Just the drabble, not the note or disclaimer.
Disclaimer: You do notice that I don't like katakana and prefer hiragana, right?
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England is sick. Twisted.
He is a sadist. He enjoys bondage. He revels in it.
He loves chains.
They connect.
They lock him to another—they make him think he is not alone; like there are others that care about him...they help him lie. They lie; every whisper that rattles forth as they move...they croon, snake-like, that they will never rust. They gleam too much—they say they are strong. They will not break. They will be there forever.
They lie.
They lie.
And every time they do, England believes them. He is gullible.
They snap—every time.