Inhumanity

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It’s not the damp darkness or the smell of decaying materials surrounding me that bothers me tonight, it’s the fact that I’ve planned this night for so long, and that the feeling of compassion has yet to arrive. I don’t feel any remorse for my planned behavior but more a relief that vengeance will finally come. I’ve been sitting here losing track of time contemplating if I have set everything up right. Looking over at her she lays tied to the cold aluminum dolly almost in peace, perhaps dreaming about good things to come. The reality is that there are not going to be any good things to come, but as if her awareness realizes this as she starts to stir. Secured to the dolly with duct tape she is incapable of moving and her rapid breathing gives away any hope of playing possum. She tries to move her head to the side and take in her new environment but the tape restrains her movements to a few millimeters, concealing the fact that I’m sitting behind her planning her demise.

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