Hot Revenge Box Set 4

As it turns out, the darkness isn’t quite complete. The power light of the camera casts just enough illumination to bathe the scene in a weird green, albeit, blinking glow. Once my eyes adjust, I can see enough to manage.

Manage in this case means, seeing well enough to piss over the side into the water without falling in. Still, several hours later… I think… I’ve concluded that I truly am a prisoner. With no sense of day or night, my sense of time is already drifting.

Perhaps it’s been longer than that…

I’m not sure…

My immediate physical reaction is to sleep: the body’s age-old defence against reality. And I don’t even realise I’m drifting off until, with a start, I wake up, jerking up against a crick in the neck where I’d nodded off with my chin on my chest.

What woke me?

Movement in the dark…

On the limit of my circle of light, a pair of rats are polishing off the remains of Juliana’s

Sola’s?

…empanadas. One sits on its haunches, nibbling into a circle of pastry.

Some version of the snack can be found in every country I’ve ever visited. In India, it would be a samosa. In England, a sausage roll or cornish pasty. The Chinese would offer you a vegetable roll.

street food. Finger

them. Within a few minutes, they’ve cleared the scatter of crumbs and, nose-to-tail, vanish

panic has dispersed and the

In fact, I’m hungry.

gave me lies beside me on the filth-encrusted floor. I don’t want to consider what I’m sitting on. Even less

not quite

Yet.

Time to think…

*****

Michael

tip the last barrow-load. After a dozen return trips to ‘The Heap’, I’m glowing with heat, dripping with sweat and smelling more of manure than manhood. The ground steams where the output from the stables lies scattered over Charlotte’s planned new

should get them green

only to get away from the

barrow over, I rub away a fragment of straw

you

mug in either hand, the steam rather more appealingly fragrant

I was