12
The cabin burned. Michael stood next to me, his eyes wild with fear. He'd handled himself pretty well up to that point. Surprisingly well, actually. But now, his own skin and sanity were at risk. He wasn't merely watching someone else dealing with Jack anymore. Jack had upped his game and included Michael in it.
Although having been on both sides of Jack’s games, I wasn't sure which was worse. Watching someone being tortured is almost as bad as going through it yourself. Perhaps it's the guilt that it isn't you, or that you should somehow be able to do something to make it stop, that you should help the person suffering. Then there’s the guilt of feeling relief that it isn’t you. It’s a complicated f**k up.
But what happens when it's someone you hate? I had no reason to want to help
