<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Solitary Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/solitary-thoughts/</link><description>Recent content in Solitary Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/solitary-thoughts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Indifferent to Suffering</title><link>/stories/2007/02/27/indifferent-to-suffering/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/02/27/indifferent-to-suffering/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The man barely moved as he heard the key in the lock and the heavy steel door squeak open. After months of captivity he had lost all sense time and nearly the will to live as he sat day after day heavily chained to a chair. He turned in fear when he heard the clicking of heels on the stone floor. A tall, cruel face looked down at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think it&amp;rsquo;s time we made things a little more permanent for you and, so, we have a big day tomorrow and I&amp;rsquo;ll be leaving the light on for you for a change. There are a few things for you to look at!&amp;rdquo; the tall blonde women said calmly, trying to hide a grin. She began wheeling a small trolley into the dungeon, pushing it harshly against the captives&amp;rsquo; knees.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>