"Don't touch me you creep!" The woman's helpless scream pierced through the dry air of the concrete room.

"Shut up! I told you to shut up!" the man screamed, hitting her across the face.

"Someone help! Please!" she cried out.

"No one is going to save you. No one is coming. Why? Because, the world is evil. The sooner you realize that the better this will be. The sooner I can end your torture."

"You Son of a Bitch! Let me go!" she continued to wail, struggling against the chains that bound her to the chair.

"Ah ah ah," he said waving his index finger like you would a child who had broken a rule, "Just accept the reality, my love. If you can accept how evil the world truly is, your suffering will end rather soon. And really, its better this way. I too had to fins out the hard way, and it turned me into the man I am today."

"You're a murderer!"

"Well, yes, but I'm rather successful at it. And really, the thing they tell you in school is to choose something that you are good at that will make you happy for the rest of your life. isn't that what I'm doing?" he said with a smile.

"You're an insane bastard that-"

Her rageful comment was halted by his fist against her face, knocking her and the chair to the floor.

"Bitch! Do you know what they have done to me? Hmm? I was a hero! I fought for my country! I thought I would return to my loving family, my wife, my house. But, no. I was not welcomed back a hero. My wife and children were gone! They left me! This country did that! They took my family away from me! If they hadn't recruited me to go to war they'd still be here! Now, i have no idea where they are! America used me, then tossed me out like old fish when they were done with me, leaving me with nothing. So better learn now, kid. The world is evil, and theres no one there to save you," he said as he leaned closer, so that she was close enough to smell the rotten stench of his breath from years of living on the streets of D.C. "Now, pretty, what's your name?"

"Go to hell!" she yelled, and spat at his face.

"Now, now. Let's behave ourselves. I'm going to ask you one more time; whats your name?"

"Get away from me!"

Losing every hint of his 'playful' tone, he screamed at her, "Tell me your name!"

With a look of painful defeat mixed with terror in her eyes, she mumbled, "Amber."