By Pickle
~ Chapter 21 ~
I finish up and they unchain me, and escort me outside and direct me around behind the torture barn and up the hill behind it a few hundred yards to another barn. I’m later to learn that this one does actually serve as an animal barn, and this truly is a working farm.
I hadn’t really checked out the clothes I donned in the dark yet. I guess I must have been too ravenous to care what I was wearing, but I now saw I was wearing a pair of really well-fitting and very faded jeans, and a dark green shirt, like I’d seen on “Coffee” … the shirttails were cut deeper than most of my own shirts, and they curved like the dress shirts I remember seeing my old man wearing. I kinda liked the shape of those shirttails. Maybe they reminded me of him or something. Kind of a nice memory, since he passed away when I was in my early teens.
My two chaperones lead me beyond the barn but near one end where we pass a large manure pile. I’m halted when we reach a small, square pit. There’s a couple tall poles that I eyeball to be at least twenty feet high, and a thick crossbeam between them. I see a large winch and a chain extending down from it over the pit, but the end with the hook has been pulled over to one of the poles and hooked there, waiting … I can only assume … for me. The pit is about six feet square and since it’s filled with a gross-looking mixture of non-identifiable gunk that smells like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. I gag from the stench and my “companions” both laugh.
