I cried all my tears the first week, raging against the bars, screaming at anyone who passed to free me until I lost my voice. I try to shift my posit...on to a more comfortable one, but am foiled by the way I'm bound. If I could find the energy to get my feet under me then I could at least stand for a change of pace, but it's better to save my energy, the auction will be soon.Small footsteps approach my cage, and a familiar face passes by the window that lets just enough light in to be. Heath burst into Carl's room."Shut up little faggot cracker 'fore I knock the shit out of you." Who you calling faggot nigger?" You bitch! I see the way you cracker ass looks at me. Staring at my dick." Heath laughed, Carl turned red as Heath told him he noticed the way he behaved staring at him then locking himself in his room to release himself. Heath laughed again Carl scowled and tried to punch him. Heath easily caught the punch restraining Carl and laughing twisting his arm around his. Her uncle’s land went all the way down the hill to the running stream of fresh cold water that was still carrying the meltdown of snow from the nearby mountains. She saw that vandals had broken the pipes of the storage water tank and they had even broken all the glass windows with destructive viciousness.It didn’t look like anybody had been there recently but she still carefully checked each room and closet before heading to the tiny kitchen and checking under the floorboards for the food. He snorted a laugh. Moe likes to call it the 'juice' or 'vigorish' because he thinks it makes him sound like a 'wise guy'. I hate hurting people, hell I hate scaring people. Wish Moe would let me work in one of his warehouses or his club or even let me leave, he continued to himself. Don't know where I'd go or what I'd do but I'd find something.The warehouses and the club were Moe's half hearted attempt to appear legitimate. Said warehouses were actually a profitable enterprise. They accepted,.