Chapter Four
The cabin consisted of one large room. Against one wall was a sink, stove, refrigerator, and a few battered cabinets. Near the entrance stood a mangy couch and overstuffed chair. The center of the room held a table and four rickety wooden chairs and a recently constructed cage which measured four feet by three feet and was four feet high. The iron bars of the cage were spaced eight inches apart. The small door was chained and locked. In the cage was a bucket and a roll of toilet paper. Sam, supporting a half conscious Tommy, pointed to it. “Here’s your new home,” he said.
Willy, his arm around Heather’s waist, chuckled, “Hey, ain’t so bad. He got a front row seat watchin’ his new bride suckin’ and fuckin’ a couple of mountain men.” Willy swung open the cage door. Sam pushed
