"Y'know in the end, we all bleed the same. Piss the same. Fuck the same. Shit the same. Cry the same. Hell, that's humanity. A bunch of shittin', pissin', fuckin' animals tryin' to act all civilized. Ain't it?" It's a loo-ee-zee-anne-uh drawl. "I bleed. You bleed. I cry. You cry. Ain't that somethin'? Me and you? Havin' thangs in common?" It's not 'things' it's 'thangs'.
He smiles and I see years of tobacco smoke exposure scrubbed clean with whitening kits, two dimples in his cheeks, deep. An attractive man, really. Definitely not somebody you'd think is a murderer.
He sucks his teeth and swallows the spit, like his mouth is watering. Tension in his lower lip from pulling at the skin inside. Jaw working. His eyes are blue, pupils contracted so tight I think they must ache. He looks smug and post-orgasmic as he leans his body with total environmental dominance against his chair.
You'd think I was the one in the handcuffs.
He acts like he owns this prison.
In a way, I guess he does.