This is the first chapter from a book I wrote a few years ago. I don't like it. At all. But I wanted to put it out there.......because why not? The content is very graphic and could be upsetting to some. Sorry for that, but it is the beginning to a very sad story. Chapter One - Shivering. His body physical turrets. Huddling near the hot water heater in hopes it might expel enough heat to keep him from death. His jeans soaked in blood, his white t-shirt dirty from sleeping on the cellar floor. Stomach empty, but no appetite after having his insides so badly damaged by a grown man. Punishment for being an unwilling participant. He used the corner of the empty space to empty his bowels of shit and blood. The smell was vile and he knew he would be troubled for making a mess he could not avoid. This wasn’t the first time he had been sent to the basement. Of course, last time it was in August and it was not so cold. In hindsight August was quite temperate, but this was
General musings from a guy who wears blue jeans and white t-shirts.