Norman visited again.
That was not normal in a span of one week. Norman had a normal way of doing things and that right there was not normal. I watched him as he sat opposite me with a bunch of papers on the table in front of us. I watched him go through them wordlessly observing them and I waited patiently. I was at his mercy and there was no changing that. He bent closer before he placed a piece of paper right where my eyes could see it. Today I had been chained to the floor and my body felt as though I had received a beating. I had no idea why they had decided to chain me. Maybe it was because the last time I had my nightmare two guards had rushed to our cell to find me holding on too tightly on one of my cell mates. Norman pointed at a small part of the paper, a paragraph that carried a weight to my case and I read it out loud.
