as a child you were rambunctious, outgoing, kind and extroverted. there was no human or creature you met that you would consider an enemy

but one woman, a tall, wild woman, warped your perception.

she considered herself a type of magician, or possibly a savior.

her title would change on a whim.

one day, she found you in a playground.

he offered you a puppy, or was it a bicycle?

either way, the ever trusting child you were decided to follow, and never returned.

you were a fool.

she stuffed you into a refrigerated van, and you can vaguely remember excited chatter of the perfect subject.

you were carried, bridal style, shivering, into a cellar.

the woman tossed you onto a concrete floor, and cackled.

the laughter rang against the stone walls for a moment, and it echoed against the walls of your skull for years after.