She picked up the white pill from the saucer and held it between two fingers, just out of his reach. Do we understand each other?
As she turned and locked the door behind her, Paul began to type. The click-clack of the keys was the only sound in the room, a frantic, rhythmic pulse marking the hours of his golden cage. He wasn't writing a story about Misery Chastain anymore. He was writing his own obituary, one sentence at a time. subtitle Misery.1990.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.AG]
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. You’re going to delete that chapter, Paul. And you’re going to write it again. This time, Misery realizes that the walls holding her in are the only things keeping her safe. She picked up the white pill from the
Realistic? Annie’s hand slammed onto the desk, rattling the laptop. I saved you from that wreck! I brought you here! I am your number one fan, and I know what Misery wants. She wants to stay where she is loved. The click-clack of the keys was the only
Annie’s face contorted. The sweetness evaporated, replaced by a dark, brooding storm. This isn't right, Paul. She wouldn't just leave. She’s grateful. You’re making her sound ungrateful. I’m trying to make it realistic, Annie.
Annie set the tray down with a clinical thud. She leaned over him, the scent of lavender soap masking something sour and sharp. She read the last paragraph he had written—a scene where the heroine, Misery Chastain, finally saw the light of London after years of captivity.
Paul looked at the pill, then at his mangled legs, and finally at the blank screen. He felt the cold weight of the snow outside and the heavier weight of the woman standing over him. With a shaking hand, he reached for the mouse, highlighted the text, and hit delete. The screen went white.