The Butterbar left to find the radio and I headed to Jack's side to check his vitals (yeah, I should have done it earlier).Flashback – Masha – A s...ort but sweet... I heard the hooligan girls start to bang on the front door and one of them yelled, "Come on out bitch, we have something for you!"I didn't answer the racket and the banging turned into kicking the door which only added to my anger. There was no way I was going to let them destroy my house so I made a tactical decision. I checked one. I built a fire and skinned the squirrel, my mouth already bitter from anticipating the rodent meat. So far I’d managed to avoid diseased animals, but how long that would last I was cynical of. As I roasted the mongrel, I heard a soft sound in the distance. It sounded like song, but not what usually came from the birds around here. I felt curious, but I was also hungry. The sound persisted and it was not long before my half-cooked squirrel lay forgotten, along with most of my makeshift. Tears of abject humiliation streamed out of my eyes.Even she seemed to be taken aback — momentarily. Then the cruel gleam returned to her eyes, and she said, "Maybe you'll choke while I'm shitting down your throat, and you'll die with your face stuffed with my shit! Maybe someday, I'll bestow that privilege on you... ...if you beg me enough!" Please let me eat your shit! Please let me eat your shit! Please shit on me! Please let me swallow it! I deserve it! Please!" I begged like I was begging. “I will relay the message to your forces, your Highness. I will make them understand that they must hold for a little while longer.”My father nodded then waved his hand in dismissal.With a short bow, Shevoin turned, his black robes whisking, and practically fled the room. The old man vanished out of the door, closing it behind him with care. My father leaned back in his chair, his eyes growing distant as he stared at some far-away point.I studied him. I didn’t know what to do. The lusts were.