Suffer

Paralysed from the neck down, I refuse food, accept little water. Mum, in despair, forces food into my mouth, pleading for me to eat. I choke. She cannot save me. Desperate, terrified, horrified, frantic, panicking, fear of God and full of self-loathing for the rest of her life. I see this in her eyes. In my last moments I get a satisfying, cold revenge.

Now YOU suffer.

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