He’s good.I don’t know what he’s talking about. It hurts to breathe. I’m inhaling and exhaling rapidly like a woman in labor and it isn’t pretty. It hurts to move. It hurts to think.
“Oh, now you’re the one who is confused. Wonderful,” he says as I stagger. He helps me down a long hallway. “Since we’ve got a bit of time on our hands, let me explain…” I drop to the floor because I just can’t stand any longer. Not on one foot, and certainly not on both. He orders me to crawl, and I do, all the while considering my options.
“You took something from me… Now it’s your time to see what that feels like.” He nudges me with his foot. “I’ve been racking my brain, trying to come up with how to get retribution. What qualifies as equality when you take something so precious from a person…there’s a qu
