I am pacing.  Pacing-back and forth.  Back and forth.  I am furious that I got caught.  I am furious that a woman got the best of me.  It was worse that she had been maimed and still escaped.   A fucking cunt.  My father is probably rolling over in his grave.  

My mind kept going back to what the old woman said.  She said I looked just like my father and that the retarded man was my half-brother.  How was this possible?   My brother had been here to see me.   I should have asked him about it.  He was mortified that I was in jail-not because of the act of kidnapping, raping and torturing a woman was disgusting to him.  He was upset that I had gotten caught.   He had the family lawyer on it but I was still in jail.  Bail was denied.  It didn’t matter that my family had the money for bail.  All they saw were the horrific pictures of Ev when she was examined at the hospital and that settled it with the judge.  

 I wondered if Ev would come see me.  We were linked now.  No matter what happened to her in the future, she would never forget about me.  I had broken something in her.   I had been inside her. How could there not be  a link between us?  It was an intimate act what happened between us. She came.  She wanted me.  

Yep, we were linked for the rest of our lives.  The very idea of being inside her put a smile on my face.  The memory of the way her blood smelled after she had been lashed made me giddy inside.  The smell if her fleas burning when I cauterized the stump after cutting off her hand made my stomach fill with butterflies.  

I wonder if she will come see me.

Regardless, I cannot stay in a cell.  I paced some more.  My mind trying to come up with any kind of scheme to get out of this predicament.  

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