The Mistake He Never Made

Small Talk

Adam sat in the pot of water, trying to remember. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to remember, but he had an overwhelming sense that it would provide the answers he so desperately sought.
"What the hell is going on?!" Adam yelled. This crazy lady, the one cooking him alive, maybe he could reason with her.
"Isn't it obvious?" She replied. Her tone made him feel like a complete idiot, but that was probably intentional. "You're getting cooked moron."
"Well no shit! I mean why? Why the fuck do you want to eat me?"
"Eat you?!" She laughed, making Adam feel even worse. "Why would I eat you? You're a human, an I'm no damn cannibal."
The water was starting to get hot now, almost to the point of pain. She must have had the heat low, seeing as he's been in there for quite some time presumably. Jeez, how long has he been unconscious?
"If you're not gonna eat me, why the hell are you cooking me?"
"How stupid are you?"
Puzzled, he was speechless.
"I asked you a question fuck head! How. Stupid. Are. You?"
Adam started to get fed up with her condescension. "What the fuck does my intelligence have to do with this?!" He screamed. "You're cooking me alive! My intellect isn't the question, but your sanity sure fucking is!"
The woman seemed stunned,  proud almost. She grinned, "So defensive. I thought the drugs would've worn off fully by now. I take it you remember nothing?"
"Not a fucking thing," he replied, "but if you aren't going to eat me can you at least turn off the heat so I can get some answers before I die?"
She had been leaning against the wall opposite from him, but now she started walking towards him. For the first time since Adam regained consciousness, he noticed the butchers knife in her hand, covered in fresh blood. He felt a sharp pain, starting from his fingers, but quickly making its way up his arms.