At first Keiji only slapped me, but as I returned each one with a glare, he got madder and madder. “How DARE you?!” he screamed, almost psychotically at me, over and over. All I did was look up and glare at him. After a while, I’d had enough. His hand came down to slap me again, but I twisted my head and bit him. A look of pure fury crossed his face. That’s when he started to beat me. He threw me across the room, and I landed on my arm, which had twisted. He came up to me, and crushed my it with his foot, and I knew that it had broken. It felt like he was going to kill me, but I knew he wouldn’t kill one of us. He wanted us as his puppets, and we were no use to him dead.

~Keiko