Misterdoe's Fiction

I walked into the house — mansion, really — following the instructions that had been mailed to me by “Anson Freedom Fighters.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trap, or if it was Robin herself using the promise of help from the AFF to humor me. [...]

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I felt the van begin moving, and then suddenly stop. The hands pinning my shoulders and holding onto my wrists let go, and my blindfold was removed. The back door swung open, and the leather gloves were floating there again, holding what appeared to be a wad [...]

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“Yes, I’m sure you can,” said the voice in a conciliatory tone, “but as Kenneth is so fond of saying, ‘Every man has his price.’ Even if you wouldn’t choose to give out our location, someone could torture you or threaten a family member or something. We [...]

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“Excuse me?”
“Kenneth, no games. The frequency – what is it?”
I laughed, long and hard, remembering the story Dan Rather told about being beat up in an elevator by some strange men while one kept asking, “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”
My “hostess,” or the hostess-voice at any rate, protested. [...]

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In the middle of all this… “stimulation,” I guess food should have been the last thing on my mind, but let’s face it – I’m an all-day eater, and it was just about dinnertime. Not wanting to spoil the proceedings, though, or for that matter not really [...]

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