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enough to wake the dead. Hundreds of flies buzzed around and filled the otherwise quiet night with a menacing hum.  Our line of girls trudged in hurriedly, all of us relieved at the prospect of a few hours of rest.
    Julian drew the door shut behind me and lowered the cross bar, making doubly sure to secure it tightly.  Once the door was fastened, he stood absolutely still and quiet behind us before casually stalking up to me from behind.  He stopped walking when he was close enough for his body to press up against my back.  He put his hand on my right shoulder - still sore from bearing the weight of his boot for so long - and squeezed it with near bone-crushing force while placing a chaste kiss right at the top of my spine. He licked a trail up the nape of my neck and savored the taste of my sweat, loudly sucking it off his own tongue.
    I shuddered out the breath I had been holding, both from the pain in my shoulder and the revulsion in my stomach, prompting Julian to grind his erection into my open palms, still tied together behind my back.   I swallowed my cry and shut my eyes tight to hold back the tears.  He stepped around me and advanced forward toward the front of the line.  On his way, he touched every girl on the line. Some, he caressed on the globes of their rear; others on their breasts or face.
    “This,” he swept his hand in a waving motion to indicate the barn, “is your new home.  You will not leave this barn for any reason without being instructed to do so.  I meant what I said about owning you now.  I will keep y’all for as long as I please, but not a second more.  It is in all of your best interest not to cross me.  Do not give me cause to damage or even destroy my own property.”  He grabbed a big ring of keys from his belt and set about releasing us from our shackles.
    After the chains were released from our necks and our wrists had been cut free, we were each led into a stall.  Inside my stall, there was rotting hay piled up to form a mound. Several manure piles littered the ground; most of them had completely dried out, but some were still fresh enough to attract flies and dung beetles.  At the very back of the enclosure, in the corner, a small hole had been dug and the dirt from it sat in a big drum off to the side.  I figured the hole was about 4 feet deep, hardly voluminous enough to serve as a privy.  There was hardly any space between where my head would lay at night and that hole.  I imagined how awful it would be to sleep next to my own waste in a hot, moldy barn after only a few days.
    Once we were all in our stalls, Julian addressed us again.  “I can tell by the look on some of your faces that your sleeping quarters aren’t to your liking.  Well I’d be happy to accommodate anyone who is less than pleased.  Perhaps a night or two in the hotbox will inspire a change of opinion… Are there any volunteers?”  He paused for a moment, as if he’d actually thought any of us would take him up on the offer.  
    “No?  No one at all?  Well then, I bid you wenches a good night.  Rest assured, this will be the best one you’ll ever have.  Thank you for your cooperation, gals.  Get to sleep.”
    He exited the barn and closed the door behind him.  The sound of iron scraping against iron came next, followed by an earth-shaking BOOM as the barn door was secured and locked from the outside.
    None of us spoke.  We just stood in deafening silence for several minutes before a few of the girls broke down crying.  I fought back my own tears as they began to sting my eyes and blur my vision.  I couldn’t show any weakness in that moment – I had to draw on my own strength. It wasn’t as if any of the other girls could have helped me anyway, because we were all in the same sinking boat, together.
    Another tinkling of that bell brought me back to the present.  Steeling my resolve, I took a deep breath and made a move to sit upright.  Tightness pulled across my chest and