Chapter Two
Jane and her son, Willy, dragged Kathy, screaming, from the room and up the curving staircase to her windowless room. She struggled fiercely but was not a match for them. Soon she lay face down over the cage, her ankles and wrists secured to its four corners, her small breasts pushed through the holes so that they were inside the cage just out of reach of the squealing rats who jumped up toward them clawing and biting. Willy and his mother grinned down at her. “We need jus lift the floor about a inch an rats get her n*****s,” Willy said.
They left her like that. She screamed until she had no voice left. The starving rats continued to squeak and rise up on their back legs and claw the air just beneath her bare breasts. After an hour she flinched when she heard the door open b
