He couldn't be alive!
I was sure I killed him, down there in the basement.
I broke his bones, his skull. But most important; I crushed all of his hopes of ever getting out of there.
How did he escape? How could he be standing on his feet after all of that? He wasn't human. He couldn't be.
His arm must've been broken. He wasn't able to use it.
Blood dripped down on the ground when he stood there, in the doorway, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
He just glared at me.
"I think it's been enough" he spoke calmer than I expected him to. "Don't you think so?"
Retake from a work I did 7 years ago;
Emion © Damai Mikaz