Bound to the Monster

Slamming the tray down in front of that bastard didn't drain an ounce of the fury boiling in my veins, and the fact that he barely blinked at my temper only made it worse. He dug right into his meal without a second thought that I might have slipped poison onto his plate to kill him, radiating an unshakable certainty that I couldn't touch him.

Piece by piece, he kept tearing my sanity apart, yet