Crazy Tales from the Truck
I could only feel every bump along the road, but I had no idea where I was being taken.
I didn't know how much time had passed before I was dragged out of the car and carried into a room.
The door slammed shut, and a man yanked the black bag off my head.
The sudden light blinded me for a moment. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that calling this place a room was a generous overstatement.
It was a livestock pen.
The floor was covered in dry straw. At regular intervals, sturdy wooden poles rose from the ground, and to each pole, a woman was tethered. They were stripped of their clothes, their hair matted and wild, with nothing but thin, sheet-like rags wrapped around their bodies.
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