Chapter 14
Immediately, I am brought back to my cell. As if nothing had ever happened. This is how madness works. Every cog in this infernal machine must continue its perpetual cycle; never breaking the well oiled circadian rhythm. It is designed for this very purpose. Practiced and polished throughout years, it shines from success, flicking a wink to those who must now lower their heads in quiet defeat.
This is how it must feel to be reintegrated into normal life after having served in some atrocious war. Mentally and emotionally you're captured and raped into nightmarish haze of altered reality as no one dares to stop their world to consider yours.
He is dirt in the miniscule crevices of my skin. His bile is a thick, devastating clot, choking me in all those dark, hidden…suspended places. I can not cleanse myself of his stain, this suffocating residue that might snuff the tender frays of my will, bending my being until it breaks. Yet, deep inside me another beast is metastasizing into anatomic proportions, pacing tempestuously behind ivory bars. It is a sick growth but one that might save me…so, I feed it.
My nerves are shattered by this unsettling creature that is clawing and raging to free itself by inflicting much validated vengeance.
'Aren't starved, frightened, and corned creatures the most unpredictable…the most dangerous? Aren't they are forced to be reckoned with?'
I gently lift myself to a sitting position. A dull ache pulsates through my abdomen.
I shift, every position creating pangs of resistance, not faltering to bring forth a wince or erupt a grunt of pain.
'But I am very small.'
His world is built high. His reputation and stigma are of equal and immeasurable countenance. How does one peon refute against an empire? Which stone must be turned in order to crumble such an expertly crafted kingdom? How can I dislodge this maleficent man?
Too tired and sore to actually devise a plan I slump into a heap of sore flesh upon the cold stones of my prison. The chilled cement soothes my angry bruises. I can only wait for that dreadful metallic hiccup to belch out the doctor from its dangerous throat.