Release

Hello, don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you this time around. In fact, I’m going to let you go. Yes, I’m serious. You were enjoyable for a while, I admit, but your constant whining is getting on my nerves. I’m not going to risk another migraine on your account, no sir, I’m not.

Now then, I could kill you, I suppose, but where’s the fun in that? I like my toys damaged but alive, though you’re not much of a toy, are you? If you were one, you would have fun with me, you would allow me to dress you up in pretty colors, you would enjoy the baths and the massages, especially given how hard it is to get hot water out here. Did you thank me, by any chance? No, you just screamed, you spat on me, you tried to bite me! Others would punish you hard but I’m a kind soul, so I’ll just release you from your shackles and…

Wait, what day is it? April fifth? Shit, this joke is no fun then. Sorry, dear, I wanted to make a fool out of you, but I messed up the date. I’ll let you leave next year promise! Until then, let me show you the new set of tools I bought…