Stuck

"What do we have here?"

The light blares and my eyes are startled. Blinking rapidly, I try to assess where the voice is coming from.

I'm stuck to the floor.

"I see you found my man trap," the voice says and then a figure steps out: moustache, slick hair, long dressing gown, embroidered slippers.

A nutter.

I'm trapped like a fly on a paper.

"I can explain..." I start. He interrupts.

"No need."

He moves closer.

I panic, try to wrench my feet.

"Your feet, I'm afraid, are stuck..."

He's brandishing a carving knife!

"...Until I decide to remove them."

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100 words exactly

Apologies for this rather grim tale.

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