Ken led Michelle to the classroom where his nightmares began. “He never said a word, just scooped me up and walked out. I found him years later; carried him back home unconscious. Wrapping his hands and feet with tape, I strapped him to a workbench in the barn. He woke as I pressed the drill into his ear canal; blood, bone and brains feeding out of the hole. He was screaming like hell. I took a pair of tongs, put the two ends into his head and clamped a hoist to it and lifted. The machine whined as I left.”
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