Daniels' Rage

And they lived happily ever after. . .

Or did they?

Visions still haunt Zaiden.

And anxieties plague me night and day.

But none of that is nearly as bad as what happens to one of my patients.

A travesty. A violation. An act against nature.

All of the things.

And all I can feel after the dust settles is RAGE.

I want revenge.

I want blood.

I want pleading and whimpers and screams because no woman should suffer as my patient did.

I want him to feel as a woman does, helpless and at the mercy of another.

Does that make me another mad Daniels’?

If so, I don’t care.

I call this chapter, Daniels’ rage.