Snippet #1529339

When Yasuo Fukuda arrived in the Gantz room he was on the floor thrashing around scratching at his throat until he felt the sensation of cool air raveling through his nostrils and filling his lungs. He sat up inhaling and exhaling, eyes still wide and half in shock. In an instant his memories came flooding back, slapping him hard in the face.

He was eating dinner with his wife at one of their many homes. Something he hadn't done since the campaign started. It was something he felt was necessary to keep her quiet and in line. She wanted to cook the entire dinner, serving delicacy after delicacy. It was better compared to her usual food, but still lacked skill. Thats what he was thinking when all of a sudden his throat became itchy and it became harder and harder to breathe. He fell on the floor begging her to call a doctor. She just sat there smiling. "You didn't think I knew about your whore, you old cheating bastard, huh? Well, I knew. I knew everything."

"That bitch," He was furious. He wanted to destroy her with everything he had. He wanted to watch her squirm and beg for mercy as he picked her apart limb from limb. He stood up and straightened his tie because. He noticed there were people in this odd room he was in. Normally, he would introduce himself ever so politely, give each of them a firm handshake, look them in the eyes and say "Can I count on your vote?" He also wanted to understand how he got from his home into this odd room, but that would have to wait till later. He had a life to ruin. He headed straight fort he door, but it didn't budge. He became enraged and started kicking at the door out of frustration until he was out of breath.

It was then he noticed a door to one of the smaller rooms were slightly ajar. He peeked in, a smile playing across his lips. No reason I couldn't have a little fun before destroying my wife, is there? he asked himself. He entered the room. Locking the door behind him.