Spoiling the Hunt

You wake up in an overgrown meadow. Your wrists and ankles hurt – looks as if they were tied with rope. What’s that smell – is that you?

A gunshot rings out in the distance. You turn that way. You see a manor house. You hear the excited yaps and barks of a pack of dogs.

Soon, you spot them. Giving chase. Coming for you.

This is your sentence.

Your crime: Opposition. You dared to disagree.

The thunder of horseshoed hooves follows the hounds.

You cannot win, but you can spoilt the hunt. You’ll commit another act of opposition. You won’t run.

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