Rage!
Hot, burning rage!
How on earth did they expect him to react? They confined him and left him to die a slow painful death
in a metal shed in the desert. No
water, no food. The air alone grew
hot enough during the day to burn his lungs with each indrawn breath.
The night brought new agonies to sap his strength. Cold seeped in under the door setting
him to shiver uncontrollably. He
held onto the thought of vengeance, nursing it, fueling it. When they returned he lashed out
demanding his freedom from the confines of the psych ward.
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