After all this time, I thought I was safe. Through my complacency, I allowed myself to relax once more, letting my guard down. Then, when retrieving a towel from the closet after my shower this morning, I saw those beady little eyes staring at me through the darkness, piercing my soul?
I don’t know how it escaped from the desert warehouse that I locked it away in, but I can only assume that it allowed itself to be recaptured in order to send me a powerful, unmistakable message: no matter how hard I try, no matter how sturdy the locks I place on his cell, or how many guards I assign to him, I will always live in fear of finding a weird little monkey in my bathroom.