It's too much, he said.

It cannot go on this way.

He wrung the excess water from the brown cardigan, then the black and finally the white one. She knew what was coming: she still had her eyes and so could see what'd become of the others - but couldn't budge her limbs against their restraints. She was trapped. Seated, strapped to a cold metal chair.

MmMmhnnnhhhhhh, she mumbled, hoping for a shriek.

He crumpled the cardigans each, carefully, into a ball and wadded them all into a small suitcase, which he placed on her lap.

MMMMmmMmhMMhhhhhhmmmmmmmrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm, again, more insistent.