Chapter 14: The chair Part #1
This room of one woman’s seclusion in interests so small the concealing space..... The walls by her altered perceptions, they crawl with maggots and they drip with blood..... All the while, a queer contented smile remains upon her face.....
One arm strapped above her left elbow. Just beneath her neglected armpit growth of matted hair, growth of many days in fermentation, if by one others’ eyes it was actually to be seen.
The weight of her burden making her feel as if she is secured in one fixed place, and yet; as the shooter ups her ante, the expected pain from her nocturnal activity; it does not wash knowingly on her face.