A group of escapees from the nearby “Juvie” broke into my isolated house,and found me asleep in my expensive rubber sleep-sack, the main zipper under my feet wide open, for when I’d had enough. They closed that zipper all the way, and I was trapped, and at their “mercy”.”We can hang out here until they assume we hopped a slow train and stop looking for us…meantime we can keep this pervert in this bag, and make him s*** our c**** – plus we can “w*** him to death” as the saying goes! for entertainment,,,all agreed? A chorus of positive expletives followed. and my fate was sealed – and so was I. “There’s supposed to be some nutritional value in our white slime, so we can keep him pumped full of that, and he won’t starve” That was a year ago, they tell me. Now I find myself hoping they will decide to make it a permanent arrangement …
