He began chopping up the hostage’s fingers, then toes, and worked his way up as the screams deafened Delia. She watched in horror for a while; the blades got larger, as did the parts of the body they dissected. This was a level of inhumanity Delia had never faced nor expected to face, and not once had she been able to look at her imprisoned doppelganger. If there was a moment where the cannibal’s meal had passed on from the living, Delia hadn’t witnessed it. Instead, she had been buried in thought and eventually found herself dissociating. It was almost as though she wasn’t even in the room, watching him destroy her piece by piece. 

She saw her younger self; quiet and withdrawn on the outside, screaming in agony on the inside. The soundtrack of misery playing in the cabin see...

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