I keep two bread slices and a bowl of vegetable soup in a tray and walk downstairs. Pulling a hidden doorway through the floor tile, I climb down the staircase. The room has started reeking now and it makes me gasp for fresh air almost immediately.
He is cuffed alongside the wall and looking as miserable as possible making me wonder how I'm left with no mercy for him and why should I? He had assaulted and killed my sister after all and I will make sure he continue to survive even though he wishes to die.
This post has been written for Lillie McFerrin's five sentence fiction.
This week’s word: VINDICTIVE
