Musical Accompaniment: Poison by YAS
There is hunger and there is terror.
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I spend the next hour or so fuming to myself while lying on the floor of Earl Salvatore’s bedroom, arms crossed, back aching and my dignity in tatters.
Like he said to me, the man himself doesn’t seem to care. He only came near me once, but it was just so he could snatch away the pillow I was hugging because it was the soft one and he wanted to use it.
I assassinate him in like fifteen different ways in my head but it doesn’t help. Neither does the book I try to read either. My stupid mind just keeps oscillating between stabbing him and boiling him alive while I stand over the pot and cackle like the evil witch they have turned me into.
I could just storm out of the room. What’s he going to do, run
