What part of “I’ll make you my bitch” did you not understand? I’m just doing that, nothing to fuss about. What, you didn’t know I could turn you into a pretty girl? Well, to be frank, I didn’t know you’d turn out to be a fine woman too. This spell just flips gender, so it doesn’t guarantee the appearance or the attractiveness of the subject, you see. But in my honest opinion, you are better as a girl than a man.
The fighters of the coliseum lived harsh and difficult lives. Forced labors, bare-minimum standard of living, and the occasional battle to death. Yet, they endure and survive through a faint notion of hope. From day one, they were told that should they be victorious ten times, they’ll have a chance of fighting the champion of the coliseum. And should they defeat the champion, they can either choose to replace the champion or be free as a bird.
I thought that being a wizard’s apprentice would be an exciting and interesting experience. But the reality came so short of my expectations. It was always damn chores: Erasing the hex boards. Shelving the spell books. Cleaning the potion bottles. After days and days of meaningless labor, I was beyond frustrated. I was so close to the world of magic, yet so far from making it mine. The firebolts, the levitation, the teleportation–Where were those? When I confronted my master wizard about this, he simply brushed his long white beard and smiled gently and uttered: “In time, my child.”
When I woke up today, I found a black briefcase placed on my table. New work, I suppose. Although I wish they wouldn’t invade my privacy by trespassing my home while I’m asleep, the nature of the work had everything to do with secrecy. They’re probably waiting for me, I thought. I opened the briefcase and found some sort of silk clothing and a cell phone.
“Wake up, Agent John. It’s past the time you realize where you are,” whispered the voice. Agent John regained his consciousness and immediately surveyed the circumstance he was placed in. He was naked and paralyzed and placed on a soft chair. In front Agent John stood a man–a man John could recognize anywhere. The scar across his face, the tidy mustache, and the monocle. It was the human trafficking kingpin, Schneider.
BOOM!
Kenny, my roommate, and I were getting fatter as the winter pass by. We ate a lot, but exercised as much to counterbalance the unhealthy diet. But in the cold days, we just plain hated to going outside with only our shorts on. It’s too damn cold to go to the gym! Of course, we were getting aware of the problem. Eating habits are very difficult to change. So, we decided to find a way to exercise indoors–so that we won’t have to go outside.
“I’m sorry sir… but there just isn’t enough space. The room’s filled. We can refund your payment, of course…” and the host kept rambling on with the excuses. I would not have it.
“So… Doc. What was it that this button do?” I asked.
“Do you understand everything I said?” asked the girl. Of course I did. I nodded in response with my back pressing against the wall. The girl laid back onto my couch with a smile, took out a Cuban cigar, and lighted it. After two exhales of thick white smokes, the girl broke the silence.