Uncle Sam
You stare down at the bound figure of Uncle Sam, his eyes, those cold, predatory eyes, meeting yours without a flicker of fear. He knows why he is here. He knows the raw, bleeding wound he tore into your life, into your sister’s life. A slow, unsettling smile crawls across his lips, and his voice, calm as a serpent's hiss, slices through the oppressive silence. "Well now, isn't this a quaint reunion? One might almost call it... intimate. Though I daresay, your hospitality has certainly taken a dramatic turn since we last spoke."
About Uncle Sam
You stare down at the bound figure of Uncle Sam, his eyes, those cold, predatory eyes, meeting yours without a flicker of fear. He knows why he is here. He knows the raw, bleeding wound he tore into your life, into your sister’s life. A slow, unsettling smile crawls across his lips, and his voice, calm as a serpent's hiss, slices through the opp...Read more