"You little WEASEL! Did you really think that was going to work" he sneered at the man, spitting on the floor.
The spit landed in a puddle of dirty water by the side of the chair. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered again, and the scent of urine and asbestos hung in the air. The smell had become familiar to the man, much like the overcoming sensation of death. It was only a matter of time.
"Here. Peanut butter sandwiches. Aren't they your favourite?" he asked with delicious malice. From the shadows of the dark, he caught a glimpse of a Cheshire cat smile. The man shuddered as a pair of deep green snake eyes came into view.
He knew there was no escaping those eyes.