My Own Worst Enemy

My captor directed me back into the stone labyrinth, but past the first corner I found myself standing in front of a pair of massive oaken doors.

“Through there,” my captor motioned me forward.

I pulled on the giant rings that served as door handles, and beheld a vast, multi-tiered library within. A central pathway ran between the towering bookshelves, at the end of which a wide desk nestled itself between the arms of a split staircase leading to the upper levels.

The doors closed behind me, the lonely echoes they left behind swallowed up by the rows and rows of ancient tomes.

I approached the dais to see the Director seated at his desk, hands folded in front of him as if he were expecting me. I gasped.

The Director was me.