By Rubbag

“Yes, I am Augustus.”

I look at him across the table.

“I am very impressed, Jed.”

I don’t know his face but his voice.

“None of the others could remember my name at this stage.”

But I know his voice, the cell phone.

“That’s right, Jed, there was a cell phone and the matter of a wager.”

I made a bet with this man.

“Which you lost, and now you are here.”

I look down again at my own body, trying to understand how I could have gained so much muscle all in this clear rubber welded to my skin, catching the light. This can’t be real, none of this can real, I must be asleep, it feels like I’m asleep, everything distant and slow.

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By Rubbag

There is something cold against my face and a dry, unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I can feel that I’m lying face down with my head turned to one side. The skin of my cheek pressed into what feels like steel, the cold of which is clearing my head. I’m aware now of a low, buzzing sound nearby and a strange tingling sensation at my neck. I try and open my eyes but my eyelids feel, feel like they’re made of lead and it’s too much, too much for now.

I stop and take a few deep breaths. My chest slowly rises and falls with each breath I take. My whole body still seems to be somehow numb and distant. I can just about feel my hands against the floor beneath me. I move my left hand, flexing each finger one by one, feeling the life come back into them. But my fingers are strangely stiff and my sense of touch seems dull and there is something not quite right about the way my fingers slide over the surface beneath me. I can feel life coming back into my arms, into my legs as I bend them, and with an effort I roll myself onto my back.

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