Mark's Misfortune

I cursed and squirmed under the bars. My heart beated fast. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. These bars couldn't hold me down!
"No use trying, Fisher!" the doctor contradicted. "Those bars are impossible to break through,"
The crazed man paced, back and forth. His psychotic gaze never leaving mine.
"This will work," he said. "It has to,"
The crazed man stopped and pushed his grey hair from his face.
"Mark," he said with a wicked smile. "This is going to hurt a lot,"