Power

          From the beginning, the prisoner had all the power in the conversation. Jarod couldn’t control his tells, his emotions running him. His tormentor leapt into his mind as easily as he leapt into others’. He knew everything. Jarod’s old suffocating fear returned with all the force of a flashback. He was a child again, pushed beyond his endurance, choking in his fear. His opponent was the authority, the adult, the one pushing, the one in control. The one with the badge and the gun was the prisoner. The one in the orange jumpsuit behind bars was the jailer and torturer.