The coffin
smelled of my own sweat. There was hardly any air for me to breath in. Save for
a small hole with a tube in the side, air was limited. It seemed like a
suitable punishment but now I was starting to get paranoid. I knew the reasons
behind putting me inside a coffin and burying me in the ground. I remember the
call I received hours before they dragged me from the gas station. They beat me
senseless, punching and kicking me all over the place. I was dragged into a
car. Their main boss told me what I had forgotten. I was supposed to take care
of a certain gold fish, the Don's daughter's gold fish. Someone had called me
about the gold fish but I had missed that call. The girl's goldfish is now dead
because of me.
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