Rumpelstiltskin I shout.
She screams in my ear “No, you sick demented fuck.
Does it feel like you are in a fairy tale?” I take a look around the place and notice the blood, fecal matter, and upended furniture all over the room. I twist my head so I can face my tormentor.
“Yes, if Disney decided to go into S&M. Now go away.” For that I get slapped, but since it’s not the first time, I don’t even flinch.
Actually, I kind of chuckle at the piss poor overused tactics. The classic torture manual shit. Starving, waterboarding, physically beating me, verbally berating me.
I am stronger than them; I was trained by the best.
'What’s your name?", She asks again. I just shake my head in disgust. I have no idea how long we’ve been going through this. Round and round. Same question over and over.
This exorcism is starting to wear this kid’s body down though; and this bitch preacher seems exhausted. Me? This is a field day out of hell. I’m having the time of my existence.