Castaways - Stranded With The Enemy
She says, going to the corner opposite the bed and fumbling with something … the recorder, I suppose.
Why she would want to record herself cutting up a fellow human being who has done her no wrong is beyond me. Soon, she comes back and picks up the chainsaw again.
“Please … please, I beg you, don’t do this,” I say, but of course, my pleas fall on deaf ears. I watch in horror as she brings the saw close to my right knee and the tool connects with my flesh, breaking the skin there and parting the flesh as though my body is made of butter.
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