Bloody Cuts

There was always a voice inside me. Screaming for more. More coke, more meth, more booze.

I did them all. I spent all I had. And borrowed more. And I stole.

To pay off my debts. But it weren't enough. These weren't just the same addictions speaking. This is literally a voice and an old voice.

And I soon... I didn't just want the drugs, I wanted pain and I wanted fear.

It calls me to do things. And I can't, I can't.

It's alright. We only share what we want to share. It is the sharing that is important. To talk to people who understand us.

No matter how difficult our stories are.

We have a new member of our circle this evening.

I'd like to welcome Jenny.

We hope with time you'll come to trust us. As people. Experience similar things.

That you can talk to. Whatever you have to share.

I have to share.

I need to. I need someone to understand.

I was deperate.

You may remove your hoods.

Are you alright?

What the fuck have you gotten us into Allen?

It's fine.

Please Scott.

Are you ready to begin?

You've come here to win something.

A wish. A need.

A desire.

But every game has rules.

You shall stay together until each of you has wagered and won or lost.

When it is your turn to play

You must clearly state what you hope to win.

A wager. Something of value, linked to your desires, will be placed on either red or black.

Once you have wagered, I will spin the wheel of fate.

If the result matches you choice, you win.