The Escape Artist

“Do you know why that camcorder’s there, recording your every move?” He paused for a moment. He should’ve known he didn’t need to pause. He should know me better than that to know I wouldn’t wonder aloud why. “It’s so you can tell your story. Glorify the filthy bastard that you are and tell of how you escaped our grasp again and again. Tell of how we’d catch you in the end, but that you still tried to escape, no matter how many locks, bolts, shackles, or whatever the hell else we’d pile on top of you to try to contain you.” He smiled that unkind smile again and added, “So you can have your last word before you die.”