Listening to the prosecutor’s narrative about his life. Witnesses staring daggers- or looking away. Shock device clutching his ankle.
Others deciding. Never him. He’s always been in control. Dominant.
Now, he realizes, things change in an instant. Power is fluid.
A moment of anger, poor choices- and lives change forever. My life, he shudders, trying to read the jurors’ faces, failing to realize the moment he took control from others- he lost control of himself, practically giving away his power…
He’s startled as the guilty verdict is read.