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DAY FIVE
I approached the Inspiration Room and prepared to follow what was quickly becoming a routine. Rachel knew she had to change her sheets and dispose of them properly. In addition, it was becoming abundantly apparent that it was time for her to bathe. I had semi broken my promise to Karina about never owning a weapon when I purchased a small Glock 9 mm pistol. My rationalization was that there were no bullets in the gun. It was just for intimidation purposes. It could’ve been plastic and no one would have known the difference. The power was in the threat.
She didn’t seem shocked when I pulled the gun from my pocket. I was again disappointed. This was one of the moments I’d anticipated and fantasized about, and yet it played out completely anti-climactic. Pointing the gun, I ordered her to get up and wash her filthy self. I put my finger on the trigger, as though something would actually happen should I pull it forward. I allowed her to close the door feeling secure in the knowledge that this was an interior room with the one window completely boarded. That, and the fact that she believed I was holding a “loaded” pistol outside the bathroom door.
When she came out of the shower, she dressed in the sweats I had laid out for her. She seemed too comfortable, too accepting of her new circumstances. She stared at me with no expression on her face -- nothing but a cold, almost detached, gaze. It was unnerving and it sent shivers down my spine. It reminded me of the cold gazes from my loved ones’ eyes in my nightmares. It was like looking into the face of a corpse. Could this bitch be crazier than me? Could this accident not
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