Three hostages, and cream please.

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Prompt:A hostage situation takes place. However the hostage takers demands are bizarrely trivial.






       Three hostages stood with their backs against the wall. In front of them was liquid hot anticipation, boiling over into a vividly stark imagination where the the violent demise of everyone involved played over and over again in their minds. It didn't seem like there was a positive outcome left. For the hostage taker there was no turning back. The words had already treacherously slipped off his tongue and now, as everyone always holds true, words spoken cannot be taken back.

       "I want three sugars, the rest can go."

       The men of the room secretively let out personal sighs of relief and dashed out of the room, not a single one swollen with enough courage to do anything for the fates of the three left in the room with the dark captor. Now they were trapped, in a small circular room with porcelain walls. Escape was impossible.

       After what seemed like an eternity, the authorities finally showed up. Information was fed to them from eye witnesses and other reports. They tried to establish a connection with the captor, a certain Juan Valdez.

       "Juan this is the city of Sumatra Police department, we don't want anyone to get hurt today, why don't you let those hostages go?"

"Never, you can't stop this now."

       "Okay hold on there pal, let's not be so rash. What are your demands?"

"I only have one...to get creamed when this is all over."

       The officers looked at each other a little confused. Before they could react a horrifying sound resonated from within the ceramic room...

Splash! Splash! Splash!

"Affogato, stop playing with your food! Look you're making a mess"

"But mom, it isn't food it's drink, so it doesn't count."

"If it goes in your mouth, you shouldn't be playing with it, and besides you're making a mess. Clean it up."

"But mom, Juan Valdez has made a hostage demand. Remember?

"Ugh, fine..."

The boys mother reluctantly pours some milk into the drink. The murky black beverage clouds with caramel colored swirls and Juan Valdez's final request was fulfilled. The city of Sumatra will never be the same.

"Your father should have never let you drink coffee..."