I've been sitting on the floor of this small, smelly utility shed for so long, I can no longer feel my butt. Come to think of it, I can't feel much of anything. I'm so over all of this drama. I could've gotten away clean if they had just let me die. But no. I can't even do that.
"Stop tapping your foot against the wall," Dave growls. "It's annoying."
I start tapping even louder just to piss him off.
He turns and looks at me in disgust. "I've never hated anyone so much in my life."
"Likewise, Mr. Clean."
He rolls his eyes. "I wish I could kill you."
"Then why don't you? You're wasting your time anyway. I've already told you, Hector doesn't care about me."
"Don't bother, cutie. That reverse psychology doesn't work on me," he smirks.
"I don't think you know what reverse psycholog
