Listen to your conscience. You know, that little voice in the back of your mind that tells you right from wrong? That guy. That’s me. And you’re currently ignoring the hell out of me.
I saw what you did when you rolled up on that woman and offered her a ride. I approved of that action because it was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially considering it was pouring down cats and dogs. And when you offered to help carry her groceries to her front door? That was sweet and kind. And when you refused payment for helping her? Also chivalrous.
But when you forced your way into her home, I shouted at you to listen to me because that was not cool. Like, at all. And then, when you beat her in unconsciousness, man, you undid all the good things you’d done before. Then you tied her up on the floor…
I don’t know why you’re ignoring me. We used to be good friends. But something’s changed, and it’s like I’m not in your head at all anymore.
And now you have a knife. I can’t look. But I can continue to scream at you.
