He said, " You still don't get it.. you belong to me, your mere existence. I own your soul"
I closed my eyes, not knowing what to say.. not knowing what to do...
King picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, said what you need is some hooptedoodle, not to put too fine a point on it, some hullabaloo
then he walked outside into the back yard, stopped by the well cover and flipped it up before dropping me inside.