As we sipped our coffee she thanked me for telling her the whole story about that day in the barn. I told her no problem and I do feel much better sin...e at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that which went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if that’s a thing anymore, to have finally broken my chains that have bound me and dove into finally telling my story to you readers out there.I know. I couldn’t ask her.I didn’t ask, because I already knew the answer.The camera slowly panned around the apartment, ending on the iconic front door. The show faded to black. The audience applauded.We’d done it. I’d filled my girlfriend’s cultural gap. If we hadn’t already deleted the files, I’d suggest we go back to season one and start again.We could probably get Jus- ... We could probably get my br- ... We could probably get another copy. If we asked my-... “Thanks,” Emily said, breaking me out. In seconds, I felt the piss straining through into my mouth. I tried to halt it but Richard grasped my collar and squeezed. I involuntarily drank Frank’s piss. He stopped and then on Richard’s orders to fill every hole, Frank pissed into my nostrils and ears. The hot piss burned my mouth and face.Richard then looked over at me. ‘We are starting the lower flush now.’I looked at the screen as Richard passed his camera pen to Frank. I saw the funnel removed from my mouth and inserted into my arse.. We can't count how many bodies, because... it looks like they were... eaten."All the men within earshot gasped."Is my sister among them?" We... don't know..." Is there any hair left?" asked a very pale prince, his knuckles clenched white and sweat dripping from his palms."Yes, my lord," the boy answered almost in a whisper."Is any of it the same color as mine?" Iordan's voice cracked as he spoke."Yes, my lord," came the inaudible reply."Show me."The young prince choked back his tears as he.