Not one shred of fear is left in me. This is kill or be killed and I know that escaping from this mad man is no longer my prime objective. A ferocity so intense grows in me, filling me with energy and a sharp and clear-thinking mind.
I gaze around his house of horrors. It is so vile, the horrid bêtes noires has an extensive collection of barbwire, each 18”sample now desecrated in dry blood. Each has a date, a name and a rating...a rating! I am going to kill this abomination.
Strangely I look forward to the pleasure...