the idea that it wasn't him was confirmed when the same sensation happened again.
it was in his holding cell.
it was as if he was cornered into his mind, watching from his eyes as his hands cut into his flesh with no purpose and his voice let out a scream he did not make.
he once again lost control of his body, his mind.
he was helpless yet again as violence poured out of his body.
this time, the victim was himself.
