Well, Hell

“You kept him in the basement for a week. And?”

“He never talked. He didn’t even clear his throat.”

“You didn’t feed him, did you?”

“No.”

“Water him?”

“No.”

A pause.

“Is his body still in the basement?”

“He’s still in the basement, but he’s not dead.”

“What do you mean he’s not dead? You said he’s had no fluids.”

Another pause.

“I’m thinking maybe he’s not human.”

“Not human. I’m thinking maybe you’ve spent too long in the basement yourself.”

“No, you’ve got to listen to me. He never went to the bathroom, either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean not even on day one. I never offered to take him, he never asked to go, and he never wet himself. He just sat there, tied to a chair, not talking, not moving, not eating, not drinking, not pissing, and not dying.”

Another pause. A longer one.

“So what do you suggest?”

“We need a different approach for something that’s not human.”

“Which is?”

“Lock him up and ditch the key.”

“In that case, why not just kill him?”

“I tried. I know I didn’t have permission, but it I couldn’t reach you.”

“You tried.”

“Stabbing. Shooting. Smothering. Strangling.”

A hesitation.

“Go on.”

“Sunlight. Silver. A bible. Holy water. Other things I found on the internet. I got a little desperate.”

“And he’s still alive.”

“Yep.”

A nod.

“Lock him up. Bring me the key. Hope to the gods he never gets out.”

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