I feel ill.
Should I get the chance to be face to face with the man who infected me I will surely kill him where he stands. The method is as yet undecided, but his demise will be a slow and painful one.
I am an unwitting victim of a man’s whim. Now I’m paying the price for the fact that they couldn’t keep their germs to themselves. Well, when I catch up with the one who infected me, he’ll remember that he too will die.
I may recover once the infection has passed, but for now I am left suffering the effects of an illness plaguing even my waking moments. I sleep for hours, no doubt I could sleep several days away too, and all because I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Maybe I should cut his hands off first, maybe then he’d realise how useful they could be?
I could poke out his eyes; cut off his ears – something torturous and painful, but not enough to kill him outright….
Suffocating the cretin while he sleeps crosses my mind as a way to rid the earth of a man like him. Yet killing him while he sleeps seems an easy way out for him. I want him to suffer like I have. I want him to feel as helpless as I did when the virus struck.
Still, it doesn’t rule out gagging him while I decide on the best way of dealing with him. Thoughts of emasculating him and letting him live seem promising. How will he feel when he realises that he’s a lesser person than before?
That’s exactly how he’s made me feel: weak, pathetic, helpless.
Oh, the things that I could do to this man if only I had the chance….. I would make him suffer for his folly, his fate would be in my hands instead……
How would he like it if he were in my place, to feel as if you’re nothing more than a rat upon a wheel?
He’d hate it – I know he would – yet he seems to feel it right to do such a thing to me. I feel rage surge through my body, it’s enough to make me quiver.
And then I feel it.
His hands wrap around my body and lift me up, his ugly human face large and imposing, bringing me closer. I feel his warm hand stroke my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my tail. It is a sensation that compels me to bite him – hard.
I sink my teeth into his flesh, taking satisfaction from his surprised yelp. That’ll teach him to infect me with his human ailments!
He drops me back into the cage, thumping the lid shut, scowling as he shakes his head and walks away. “No cheese for you tonight,” he huffs as I hear a door slam.
Mission accomplished, I think to myself, making my way triumphantly back to my wheel.
Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 36 prompt: Memento mori (remember that you will die)