Man in the Box
She taps on the glass of the vivarium with a painted nail. [horror flash fiction]
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“I’m the man in the box, buried in my shit” — Alice in Chains
She taps on the glass of the vivarium with a painted nail, and when I wake up startled, she giggles like a schoolgirl, calls me her tiny darling, and says she loves me, she loves me so so much – me, who could never hurt a fly even if I wanted to, me, the least threatening man she’s even caught since I’m roughly the size of her thumb, me, who will never see the world outside of this enclosure again.
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