Chapter 71: Captive Prey

James’s

I sat on my couch in the middle of my quiet living room. I held a warm cup of coffee in my right hand and the TV remote in my left hand. I felt restless. My thumb kept pressing the buttons on the remote, flipping through different channels far too fast to actually follow or understand anything on the screen. The flickering colors from the TV did not help my mood at all. The constant noise from the speakers did not help me either. In fact, absolutely nothing ...