The next time I woke up, I thought all the shit I had first heard and then done had been a dream.
Then I looked at the closet where the kitchen knife was still stuck in the door and got angry.
Fucking unbelievable.
He really did it. He managed to bring me to voluntarily use the shit he bought; I can't fucking believe it.
What had this dumb dog done to me, bewitching me so effortlessly? Aahhhh!!!
I was alone in my room, and that fact pissed me off even more. How dare he run after what he had done without getting his ass kicked?
I straightened up and noted that it was at least afternoon, given the sunlight flooding the room.
I stood up, and seeing that I had not been crippled by the stunt in the bathroom from the dead of the night, I still made sure by twisting my body to the left and right.
No pain or anything; nor did anything feel different than always.
Very good.
I opened the room door and went out, instantly going to the adjoining room.
