This might be another trick. This might be my captors toying with me, trying to goad me into fighting back again because then they get to maim me again. As if they needed an excuse. My fingers itch, especially the tip of my pinky that’s no longer there. My missing toe, too. The carvings in my leg that are probably someone’s initials, or the alien equivalent of “Dave Wuz Here.” Not my eyes, though. My eyes never hurt. Probably because they’re gone.
