I heard Laura screaming. They must be whipping her. I heard Leroy say she had my cock in her mouth, but I knew that was a fucking lie. But I think the two sadistic bitches wanted any excuse to punish Laura.

Then I heard some talk about branding. One of the other female slaves in a cage across from where Laura was kept turned around and showed me her branding. Two big W's were burned into each of her butt-cheeks: "Winnie and Winston," she said. "If you try to escape, your brands will easily identify you as slaves. And you'd be shot on sight!"

My jaw ached where Leroy slapped me, but I don't think it was broken. How the fuck are we going to out of this? Why did I leave Iowa?