Help Meet (A Dystopian Tale Part 4)
Shivering, I hesitate at the back doorway. John is waving me in, stepping aside to give me leave to enter the little cabin. I ascend the two rickety steps and enter the lighted room. Four strange men are sitting around a table. There are cards laid out, and half-empty glasses of beer. Brian is standing by the bed and beckons me over. “I see what you mean,” the tallest man says. “She is quite a prize at that, but why not harvest her? Look at that ass, and those thighs! That’s a lot of prime meat standing there.” “You’ll see,” Brian says. At his gesture I lay on the bed. He shackles my ankles, then stands on a chair to run ropes through two rings on the ceiling. “The thing is, Gentlemen.” John reseats himself …