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He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.