Chapter TwoFear sat with his head hung and bound to an iron chair by rope. A dirty, yellowing light bulb hanging from a string illuminated him from above, flies circling it. The bulb flickered from time to time like it was threatening to go out. Fear’s captor, a brown skinned man with a muscular build, stood off to the side, smoke wafting around him as he indulged in his habit. He observed him as if he were a wild animal inside of a cage at the zoo. The man dropped a cigarette at his sneaker and mashed it out, blowing smoke out of his nostrils and mouth.
“Hey, wake up!” He yelled at Fear. When he didn’t get a response, he swung his hand across his face.
Smack!
“I said wake your black ass up, nigga!” Spittle jumped from off his lips, palm stinging from the attack. He continued his assaul
