Chapter 18 Tiff
Concern twisted me up for the first few days of Carter’s absence (as far as I could judge the time, anyway).
Then I started to be concerned that nobody had shown up at all.
My feeder had run empty a while ago, my waste bucket was now overflowing, and its foul contents were soaking the hay underneath.
I still had some water, but it had been sitting there for a while now.
It was starting to taste stale and rusty.
My desperation was growing. Had Carter abandoned me here to die? Was his plan to starve me to death?
After Jen, we met several times and he never seemed upset.
Aside from that, I couldn’t think of anything else I’d done to anger him.
I’d even stopped asking to be let out. Was he just a psycho who decided he’d enjoyed everything I offered and didn’t care if I wasted away?
I wondered if there was a camera pointed at me so he could watch my agonizing end.
I cried for help and yelled for what felt like hours, but nobody came.
The bell on my neck rang as I sobbed. I was hungry, the place smelled terrible, and I couldn’t help but think about what a horrible way this was to die.
Suffocating on the smell of the stall while my body slowly gave in to starvation.
I fell asleep at some point or collapsed from exhaustion, but I was woken up by the sound of a heavy iron door moving.
Heavy boots moved around me with agonizing patience.
I lifted my head in hopes of seeing Carter, but almost laughed when I saw old man Henderson.
This was better than Carter! Henderson had helped Jason and me spy on Sunshine Sanctuary from his lands.
He hated the company. He was carrying several buckets and a mop.
I assumed he had pretended to be a farmhand to infiltrate the facility.
“Thank God! Mr. Henderson! Please! You have to let me out of here! You wouldn’t believe what they are doing to us!” I pleaded.
Tears rolling down my face, half in hope, half in relief. I would be free. I’d walk out of this place alive. But Mr. Henderson didn’t move. He just looked at me with a faint smile, then lazily looked at my feeder.
“Seems like you haven’t been taken care of in a while, huh? You need some food and someone to clean your stall,” he said, with a dismissive look around the place.
“What? No. I just need you to free me! Please! I can show you the way out! Just get me out of this. Please, Mr. Henderson.”
“Oh, miss. I won’t be doing that, no ma’am. That be a short path to the grave, you see? But I might refill your feeder, change your water and even clean your shit, if you ask all nice and sweet.”
“What? What are you talking about? You … Work for them? Wait! Have you always worked for them? D-Did you betray me? DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU FUCKING PIG! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”
Rage boiled up from my belly, burning like red-hot fire.
Mr. Henderson didn’t seem bothered at all.
He stood there, looking down at me as I fought my bindings and screamed myself hoarse.
He waited until I was too tired to keep screaming, then said, “Now that you got all that out of your system, want me to take care of this? Or do you want me to walk out, lock that door, and let you starve to death? You still got plenty of fat on your ass and sides, so I reckon you still have some days to go.”
I swallowed my pride. The man who I thought was on my side, the man I believed to be good, but he was the same man that was making me beg for his help. If I didn’t, I would die. I’d wallow in my emotions later. Right now, I didn’t have a choice.
“I-I would like food, water and for you to clean this place … Please,” I almost whispered.
“That’s what I thought, you fat cow. You think you are better than you are, that’s your problem. Don’t worry. That will sort itself out soon,” he said.
He didn’t elaborate, but much to my relief, he did what he had promised to do. He swapped my bucket for a clean one and replaced the straw. The smell improved instantly. He placed fresh water on my water tray and filled my feeder with granola.
Just as he finished up, he turned and sized me up. “Now, how would you like to show your gratitude, bitch?”
“W-what? You’re the reason I’m here, that I’m like this.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said, and he slapped my ass hard. “How are you going to show me how thankful you are?”
“I-I don’t know. Thank you?”
“Thank you?” He scoffed. “Let me show you what I had in mind.” He walked, to stand between me and the feeder. And as he did, he pulled down the suspenders and allowed his overalls to fall down.
“I always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a real cow. Guess I’ll find out now …
and don’t even think of biting me. I’ll gut you and fuck your corpse.
The boss may have put the bullet in that bitch Jen, but I was the one who had fun with her after.
By the end, the only thing warm inside her was my cum. ”
I felt my stomach turn, but fear kept me from biting down. My mind, seeking refuge, went straight into my past. The last man to force himself into my mouth; My father.
It happened while I was still tied in my bed after the exorcisms failed and before I was exiled to the basement.
One night, my father came into my room and warned me not to yell as he wrapped his belt around my neck and forced me to do everything he wanted.
He’d threatened to strangle me if I didn’t cooperate.
The next night he showed up with my brother and had my brother do the same.
They took turns. And every other night, for months, these nightly visits continued.
Every night my father reminded me that if I spoke about this to anyone, they wouldn’t believe me.
He would kill me and no one would miss me.
Then he blamed me and my demonic soul for tempting him into such sinful acts.
At first, I cried for hours while it happened and after.
Even that part of me grew jaded. Soon, dissociation became my lifeline.
It was all I could do while my father and my brother used my mouth.
Why they never fucked me, I didn’t know.
Perhaps that was his way of trying to keep his soul somewhat pure. As if it ever had been.
Henderson wiped his cock on my hair before moving behind me and grabbing my ass.
He spread my cheeks and forced his cock against my sex, as he said, “I bet you’re fat and loose like a proper cow.
Let’s see if my cock will be enough or if I’ll need to shove my fist all the way in there like I do to inseminate my cows back on the farm. ” He laughed, then he entered me.
I closed my eyes and tried to do what I did with my father. I tried to dissociate, to leave my body, but I couldn’t. I was all too aware of his bony old man hands grabbing-
A loud metallic clank with a crack like a whip echoed in the small room.
Then a thud as something heavy fell into the hay.
I felt a warm splatter across my back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Henderson’s head with a hole in the middle of the forehead.
He was on the ground, limp, his eyes rolled up like he was staring at the hole.
Then white boots stepped over his unblinking head, coming towards me.