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I was just thinking, Annie, he whispered, his throat dry. The ending... it needs to be right. For Misery.

Annie’s face contorted. The sweetness evaporated, replaced by a dark, brooding storm. This isn't right, Paul. She wouldn't just leave. She’s grateful. You’re making her sound ungrateful. I’m trying to make it realistic, Annie. subtitle Misery.1990.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.AG]

Realistic? Annie’s hand slammed onto the desk, rattling the laptop. I saved you from that wreck! I brought you here! I am your number one fan, and I know what Misery wants. She wants to stay where she is loved. I was just thinking, Annie, he whispered, his throat dry

Paul shifted his weight, and a sharp, jagged bolt of pain shot from his shattered legs to his hip. He gasped, his fingers trembling over the keys. Beside him sat a single glass of water and a small, white pill—the only thing keeping the screaming nerves in his legs at bay. For Misery

The door creaked open. Annie stood there, her silhouette massive and imposing against the hallway light. She held a tray with a bowl of soup, but her eyes were not on the food. They were fixed on the screen.

As she turned and locked the door behind her, Paul began to type. The click-clack of the keys was the only sound in the room, a frantic, rhythmic pulse marking the hours of his golden cage. He wasn't writing a story about Misery Chastain anymore. He was writing his own obituary, one sentence at a time.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. You’re going to delete that chapter, Paul. And you’re going to write it again. This time, Misery realizes that the walls holding her in are the only things keeping her safe.