Ault camera chat. His hand on my throat.
Get scared, but I smile in his face.
- So-so! – I say. – Not very much, and you’re tired, I see.
He lets go of me. Lays down, staring at the ceiling.
- Someday, – he said very quietly – or are you finally going to break me, or I’ll kill you.
- It will not be soon – I consoled. – You so strong.