Work had been quiet and bit of a drag. Billy’s friends had faded into myth status and he just needed a break from all this drama. Whilst reading some personal emails at work, he discovered an email that had the bold claim that he had won a holiday. Billy was no idiot. He knew that it was a scam but having a closer look, he noticed that it was exactly what his brain was asking for. A week-long holiday in Spain, in Madrid! That was bound to have him roasting in the the sun, in a good way! He was intrigued but before he committed to giving this email more of his time. He clicked the email address that had sent him this bundle of joy.

noreply@PostcodeHolidayLottery.com

Usually this would be garbage text so he continued reading.

“Dear Billy”,

They knew his name. Usually a scam would have dear winner or something. The email outlined what was won and the conditions of the won holiday. A big green button enticed Billy to confirm.

A phone call followed immediately after and cautiously he was told that he must pack immediately. It must be legit.

He was told to go to a certain stop at the city coach station. He thought it was a strange mode of transportation. Upon arriving and entering the coach, he found fellow winners and it seemed surreal to find that they all had won this week trip. They were on their way and whilst chatting to his fellow winners, he grew increasingly sleepy…

When he woke up, he found himself strapped onto a cold steel operating table.

“What is going on!?” He wanted to to shout. But he was gagged. To his right and scattered across the room were his fellow winners in different states of undress and a few who had incisions across their bodies. He knew it was too good to be true.

He screamed but couldn’t get louder than the drill. Soon he would descend into myth status.