The Unfortunates

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It felt as if the days passed as fast as a blink of the eye until the day as finally come. We took a plane to reach The Fantasy Island that I previously told you about, it was our destined location, once we’ve reached there, we went to the building were all of the magic happens, we climbed the stairs showing our new staff a guide to how we run things, my legs got sore and I struggled to catch my breath, I tried to distract myself by drowning into my own thoughts of what is so called self-consciousness, but I failed miserably. We had t climb another twenty flights of stairs while I wondered, what am I going to do with my life with something that I have no escape from, but now, look back, I could’ve escaped from that place and I should’ve done that. We finally arrived our place, that year it was designed to be grand to give the atmosphere of life of luxury. On each year they have a different theme, this year it was Royalty. On the next day, our victims have arrived, at that day we were going to have our Arrival Celebration, we were arranged to stand next to each other in no specific o...

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