The Five-Year Scam
Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.
I could see the “actors” were still searching for me, and Melissa… Had she been sitting here, watching it all the while? Watching every beating, every humiliation, and every broken bone of mine? All the recordings were saved…
The folders neatly stored and categorized every suffering I went through, including the buckets of filth dumped on me the first day I arrived and the servants' beating of me every day.
Something inside me snapped. I grabbed a chair and swung. Glass shattered and screens broke. The room went dark one monitor at a time until nothing but jagged s