Ssakcik gives Raven a suicide pill.

“You will find we have added a few new items into the chamber. If you look you should find a small pill and a glass of water sitting on a small outcropping protruding from the wall.”

There was no point in ignoring him, so I looked around. Sure enough, a small two foot cubed piece of the wall was pushed out. As I got closer I could see the items Ssakcik had described.

“The pill contains distilled morphine, concentrated to 10 times the lethal dose for a human you’re size.”

“Did you say 10 times more then a lethal dose?” I asked, hoping I had heard wrong.

“Yes, now if you’d let me continue…”

“As in, it’s a suicide pill?”

I did not like where this was going.

“Again, you are correct. I had hoped it wouldn’t have had to come to this, honestly I did. I had even begun preparing a place for you in my world. Unfortunately your little outburst occurred as some of our government inspectors were watching and they don’t tolerate violent slaves.”

Like magic a giant black blob several feet in diameter appeared next to the table.

“The pill will take at least 10 minutes to reach its final effect so I’ve provided you with one of my favorite quirky items from your home world, a beanbag chair. I figure you may as well be comfortable in your last few minutes.”

By no means had I ever wanted to be anyone’s **** but killing myself seemed an awfully high price to pay to escape my captors.

“Please take the pill Raven; I’m trying to be nice. The customs agent will be back in twenty minutes so if you don’t take the pill now I’ll have to flood the room with poison gas and that **** would be much more painful. I’d prefer it if my last memories of you were less traumatic.”

All I had to do was reach for the pill and then I would be free of my subjugation, not to mention I would be following in the foot steps of some of histories greatest: Socrates, Mark Anthony, even my favorite artist Arshile Gorky.

Despite that, my hand trembled as I reached for the pill.