20 Slave Mark

Crystal River Pack

Celeste sat at her desk in her office listening to the man in front of her drone on. And on. And on. He had been going on for so long, she no longer even knew what the meeting was about.

She hid a giggle with a cough as a funny thought ran through her head.

This is the meeting that never ends,

it just goes on and, on my friend,

no one knows what it’s about,

some shithead started talking and now I’m going to die in the meeting that never fucking ends…

The knock on the door