Shock washed the faces of the witnesses with fright and wonder. I was merely a showpiece to be put on display. To display death and all its horrors. But this showpiece is now an example of human gratification. One more look over my shoulder before being led away.
Witnesses stare back in wondrous frenzy.
Drops of sweat form across my frame. The padded floor is moist. The officers restrict me from wearing clothes, for fear of me trying to harm myself. Across the room, a single, chrome toilet. I go to it and relieve myself before sitting back down in the corner opposite of toilet.