Scream.
It’s the only thing left for me to do. There’s a metal cage surrounding me. A cage a big game hunter might use to trap an animal. A big animal like a wild pig. I reach out, grip the bars, shake the hell out of them, like I’m strong enough to snap the steel in half. But I’m tired. Exhausted and defeated and in pain. Nausea once again assaults my gut. Bile is coming back up on me. The metallic taste of blood and acid invades my mouth. It’s all I can do to keep it down. Turning, I can see the cage is equipped with a door. The door is padlocked. I try pulling on it anyway. But it doesn’t budge.
Then, he appears as if from out of nowhere.
The Skinner stands outside the cage in his tight clothing, his feet submerged in the water, his hairless body flexed and tense, his face looking
