“Extreme was what she deserved. She’d driven him mad, and he meant to return the favor. Locked her up. Tossed in a crust or a dampened sponge from time to time. On cold nights, you can still hear her scratching and clawing to get out. Do you hear it?” He paused. “There it is. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.” She swallowed audibly. “You are a cruel and horrid man, and I hope you get the bots.” “If you doubt me, feel free to go upstairs and see for yourself.” “No, thank you.”
