My Car Broke Down In The Middle Of Nowhere, And Now I’m Pretty Sure I’ll Never Get Home

“T-T-Tommy,” Morgan squeaked out. “Why are you doing thhh…” Morgan’s vision began to blur, but as he looked behind Tommy into the living room window, he saw a black shadow standing inside, though he couldn’t make out anything else about the figure. His arms fell from Tommy’s arm and went limp. The black shadow grew bigger and bigger until his whole view faded to black.

The smell is what woke Morgan up. A warm, putrid fog that burned his nose and made his eyes water. At first, he thought he couldn’t open his eyes. It took him a second to realize that his eyes were open but the room was just pitch black. He tried to see what was around him but there was no light anywhere. That smell though! It was unbearable. He could feel that he was sitting upright in a chair. Morgan tried to move but he realized hands were tied to the chair’s arms. His feet were also tied to the legs. Struggling was no use. No matter how hard he yanked and pulled and squirmed he was stuck. He couldn’t even stand up with the chair. Must be bolted to the floor, he thought. He screamed until his voice gave out. They went unanswered. He screamed until exhaustion set it. The smell was making him nauseous and he began to vomit on himself. At some point, he passed out again.

A bright light shown through Morgan’s eyelids and he stirred awake.

“Hey, Mo.”

Morgan recognized Tommy’s soft voice and tried to adjust his eyes to the blinding light.

“Tommy?” Morgan croaked. He opened his eyes to see Tommy bending down in front of him.

“Tommy, where am I?”

“You’re in the dryin’ shed.” Tommy said emotionless.

“What?” Morgan pulled his head up to look at Tommy. He had moved over to a table on the far side of the room.

“Sis where I dry out the meat t’make m’jerky.” Tommy said, not turning around.

“Tommy, why are you doing this? What is going on?” Morgan asked desperately.

Tommy walked over to Morgan’s chair, which was indeed bolted to the concrete floor of the shed.

“I can’t letcha leave Mo’gan. I’m sorry. I tried to getcha to wanna stay, but y’all didn’t want to. Y’all were gonna leave. I had no choice.” Tommy’s eyes were sad again.

“Tommy, please. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this. I just want to go home and see my wife.” Morgan pleaded. He started to become aware of his surroundings and began to see the debris around him. Meat everywhere. Piles of it up to the ceiling. Slabs were hanging off a shelf above his head.