Alyssa continued haltingly, “ ... sometimes I did what I had to do to survive. Some men were nice, some weren’t...” she shuddered involuntarily....alara and John were shocked. They had no idea their warm and bubbly young companion had experienced such a horrific start in life. John hadn’t know his parents, but at least he had grandparents who had loved him dearly and had looked after him in his formative years. Calara’s family were career military and she had had a strict but enjoyable. And you? Steph darts her eyes between us both a few times, and then just takes another bite from her plate of spit-roasted Jess-meat. I cant believe you two. Fine! Take my plate! She holds out her plate, and I take it, immediately shoving bites of my friend into my mouth. Megan, turns to face the guy. Youre gonna cook us too, arent you? Yyyyup. Between bites, I ask, Do you cook everyone the same way? No, we like to mix it up a bit. Grilled, honey roasted in the oven, spit-roasted… Were waiting. Wo ek patla sa. Yeh kahaani puri usi ki baare mein hai, hubaahu usi k sabdo mein … Maine aajtk itna bura nazaar nahi dekha tha , meri teacher mere saamne khari huyi,-‘ab tak tune jo bhi kiya hai, uska harjaana bhuktega..Jaisa bolungi ,waisa karega toh aaj chordungi, warna aur pachtayega, samjha.’, maine ha mein haami bhai, wo phir mere upar aake baiti, lekin is baar, uska asshole mere thik muh ke upar tha, ‘jib baahar nikal’, -“Kya.?”, main hairani se pucha, phir usne zor se mere khali badan. It took me several days to discover the mechanism which would open the door.Within I found a camp. A two-eyed pot-belly stove stood in one corner. The wreckage of bunk beds lay at the foot of the adjacent wall. Several decrepit barrels and boxes lay stacked beneath a counter to the other side of the stove.The remains of a man’s body lay on an isolated bunk to one side of the doorway. I had one heck of a time finding a soft spot to bury him. I found a growth of pines that had filled in a crevice.