You know I escaped.
But they found out I was stealing from Nan's place. They were easy targets but I think before prison I started paying there in that bed. As he lowered the blind and turned to stare, by the bed he unzipped and I urged my drugged limbs to run, lash out. And they didn't. I was stuck, weighted under him.
God I paid.
As his face lowered I bit. Clamped my mouth shut on his tongue. And his howls pierced the silence, prompting my saviours to come.
I was saved.
Briefly anyway as the Wilkes story ended.