Thousand: Six Hundred Eighteen

would be none.” The girl harrumphs. She looks around the room. “You,” she says to the naked creature. “I can’t even tell if you’re a man or a woman. I was told not to try. Are you even human?” The naked one stares, but at what? “You can never win! You can never win! Nothing you do ever makes any difference! It’s the same fucking thing all over again. Over and over and over again. Always the one getting stepped on. Always the one who has to lie down in the street while the people who matter use you as