No, he was real! Not some fantasy in my head. I wasn’t crazy! Not yet. And whoever this person was helped me hang on to my sanity, even if that wasn’t the intent.
I called him Hands, Mouth, c**k and Balls, because that’s all I knew of him. He came to me only once, but that was all I needed to keep myself sane. Afterwards, I would think of the short time we had together, relive it in minute detail, and hang onto the memory.
It was after Francesca had fed me my daily paste and I was in my usual state of restraint. He showed up maybe an hour later, or it could have been six. I don’t know. The muzzle gag and straitjacket fell away, but I still couldn’t see him. The lights were out as always. Twice, from the dim glow that bled through the cell door’s obs panel, I caught a faint outline of a s
