The soft putrid mass of filth squeezed my tongue out and then filled my mouth. I quickly ran out of room in my mouth and was forced to start eating sh...t. My body was screaming at me with urges to vomit and gag, but my desire to serve remained stronger, and I swallowed down the foul shit as quickly as I could.I briefly thought about what she was saying, and contemplated the possibility that I might die as a result of letting her shit down my throat, and even as I write this, I am embarrassed by. I’m Aafi.Rose: Did she freak out?Me: She did, yes. Big time!Rose: You are new here aren’t you? I haven’t seen you around last year.Me: Yes, I’m new.Rose: I’m sure you’re going to like it and with a roommate like Anna it’s going to be great!Me: Not if she keeps kicking me out!Rose: Hahaha! You’re funny!Me: Thank you. Is she always like that?Rose: Like kicking people out? Bad?Me: Yes.Rose: What? No! No way! You just caught her at a bad moment!Me: Who was the guy that just passed by here?Rose: Oh. “There must be some connection between you and the original Jesse Peterson.”“None that I know about, Kit,” Jesse said, immediately realizing his mistake.“What did you say?” Carson asked. “What did you just call me?”“Uhhm ... I don’t remember. Sorry, my mistake,” Jesse tried.“Don’t lie, Boy. You called me Kit. I haven’t had that nickname since I was twenty. Now, I want to know who you are and how you knew my nickname,” he stated emphatically.“Look, this doesn’t sound like the kind of discussion. "How may I help you gentlemen?" Maggie said it very controlled andseemingly polite way, but with a suspicious undertone."Hello Madam, I'm Ben Weathers, and that is my partner, Carl Bings. Weare with the FBI. We would like to speak with Maren Johns. Ever sinceshe was kidnapped, we have been looking for her."Maggie held her poker face and said with a neutral tone, "I don't knowa Maren Johns. And could you please show me some Identification?"Both Hound and Slick showed her their FBI ID's. They'd.