23 Concussed By Piss

With the light from the bedroom guiding him, Roland was able to make his way down the flight of stairs. With each step, the light dimmed and not long after, he was completely covered by the darkness.

He shifted towards the right to move closer to the wall, pressing his palms flat against the surface. With the wall being substituted as his guide, he slowly made his way down.

He was not sure how long he'd been walking. It felt like an eternity.

'When will it end?'

He released a sigh and kept his pace, never faltering in his steps.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours.

At the point when he felt like giving up, a glint of light coming from a crevice caught his eye.

'What a coincidence. I should've thought of giving up hours ago and maybe I'd have gotten this cliché bit'.

His pace increased, his goal being the glint of light.

The joy he felt dissipated in no time.

'Why does it feel like I'm not moving?'

He stopped and looked towards the light.

'Is this some sort of mind game? I'm not even close it to it'.

He felt like breaking down there and then.

His shoulders slumped and he released a sigh before lifting his foot to continue walking. To his surprise, the moment he placed his leg down, the sole of his foot made zero physical contact with the ground as he was expecting.

Scared out his wits, he pissed himself.

'Dammit'

With the intention of going back up the stairs, he pulled his leg back. Unfortunately, he slipped on his piss and was sent backwards, hitting his head on the nosing of the stair and blacking out.

"Should we help him out?" a soft voice, belonging to a woman, echoed in the darkness

"No. Let him be. He'll wake up soon" a voice, border lining that of a man and a woman's replied.

"Do you think he'll be able to carry it successfully?"

For a brief moment, there was silence.

"We'll see".

A light flickered in the darkness and outlined two silhouettes. A woman with a fair complexion, attired in a traditional English maid's outfit. Beside her, a few inches above her head, stood a man of average height, attired in a suit and a clown's mask fitted on his face.

With a snap of his fingers, light rays engulfed Roland's body. Within the blink of an eye, his body disappeared.

"Transaction semi-completed. Do your best dear customer".

With another snap of his fingers, both figures disappeared.