Day Two

Mary? Are you still there? (1)

We’re never let out of our cells hon. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you for that matter. So did you have a good night’s sleep? (2)

You know that I didn’t. (3)

What hurts more now? Your body, or your pride? (3)

That fucking bastard. He can’t get away with this. (4)

Technically he can. No one would take you word for it even if you told. And there is no one to tell anyway. Connors is the only one we interact with. Until we ‘get better’, if that ever happens. (5)

We’re not allowed visits from family members? (5)

No. You have family apart from the wife you murdered? (6)

It didn’t happen on purpose- it wasn’t me. I loved her. I never wanted her dead. And yes, I have family. Two children, a boy and a girl. Twins. They’re living with my brother now. How about you? Apart from the son you chopped to pieces? (7)

Haha, that little fuck deserved it. I won’t pretend I loved him. I have a husband- a loose end if you may. He would have been next if I hadn’t been caught. Along with the boy’s sister. He’s probably trying to pretend he never married me now. I wonder what he did to the little bitch. Maybe he’s fucking her off now- he’s above forty now and hardly makes enough money to buy whores. Hahaha, I wonder what he told her- what weird explanation he’d come up with to justify mommy chopping up big brother to pieces. (8)

You’re taking a while to reply. Are you afraid of me now? (9)

It’s probably for the best if we stop doing this. (10)

You won’t be able to. The hole will always be here. (11)

I’m reporting it to Doctor Connors when he comes in tonight. Maybe he’ll send people in to cover it up. It was nice meeting you Mary. (12)

Pretending to be civil now? I find this rather amusing, Sam. I don’t want to stop. We’re not that much different, and now you’re trying to pretend to have moral ground? It’s pathetic, but it’s to be expected. You’re fresh. Eventually you’ll understand what you are. Oh, and about covering the hole up- good luck. Maybe you’ll manage to get a word in between thrusts. I made this hole, Sam. No one is ever going to cover it up. (13)

Leave me alone. I’d rather rot and start talking to myself from now on. (14)

They all say that. You’ll start calling me soon enough. Just like everyone else. No one gets over me once they fall in love with me. It’s the way I’ve been cursed. (15)