Your whole body aches down to the bones. You can’t feel a thing. These two facts shouldn’t be able to coexist, but they do. Just like a dead man shouldn’t be able to move, and here you are, leaning back in your chair, rocking your foot back and forth. Trying to fend off the inevitable stiffness that comes with letting dead muscles sit. You don’t have to worry about rigor mortis these days, thank God, but the time between your brain being dragged kicking and screaming back to life and your torturers perfecting their chemical cocktail was unpleasant, to say the least. By the time you hear the girl’s running feet, it’s already too late.