The darkness in the basement did not trigger my trauma. Instead, it made my blood feel like it was pumping faster.
That was because what I wanted was to make sure they all felt what I once felt.
William was whimpering on the floor. A rat bit his head. He shook his body, and the rat was startled and ran away.
But other rats were already watching. They were hungry and would keep disturbing this crippled man.
"Isn't it fun down here?" I asked in an enthusiastic tone. "Since you punished me by locking me here for a month, I thought you would be very happy to experience it too."
He let out a whimper. He could only whimper. He could no longer speak.
"You really like it, don't you?" I chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll stay here longer than I did. No need to thank me."
"Oh right, why do you smell so bad?" I asked innocently. "Oh! It's because you don't have hands anymore."
