Hold still, and I mean it or I will castrate you like I should have done for going to look at those cunts at the club!" I then felt her guide a very ...harp, very small blade to cut the stocking!!! I wanted to jump out of my skin, because I knew she was drunk and pissed and I was sure I was going to end up being nick-named "One hung Low" or something! But I survived that with only a nick or two, but that was only the beginning of my pain!The second the strangle hold on my junk was released,. I slept most of the way, waking up when we pulled to a stop to get gas. I would get out and check on the horses. At one of the stops, I thought Daddy was going to stomp a mudhole in some trucker’s chest when he tried to touch me. Things had gotten weird in spots with this whole alien deal. Still wasn’t so sure what to think about that.I asked Daddy one time, but he told me not to worry about it to much. Kinda like the sun coming up in the morning, he said, there are somethings you can’t change.. His name was Danny. He was a little quiet, and maybe a little effeminate. I didn’t see him much at breaks during the day, but he would often run to catch up with me for the walk home. One day, when we were almost at the point where we would split and go in our separate directions, he said something to me that had an amazing effect on me. He was walking slightly behind me, we had just passed a group of slower k**s, and as he moved up to walk beside me again, he said, “The backs of your knees are. “You are the Dark One, you carry Bereaver. Free us from this prison. Only you have the power to shatter the barriers that hold us prisoners in this dreadful pocket dimension. We will serve you!”“You caused your imprisonment to escape the destruction of your realm, a doomed precursor universe. You do not belong in this universe. This is indeed Bereaver.”Eric swiped the ax across the shadowy thing.I never heard a scream of such agony as the figure and the scream faded into nothingness.Eric was.