Dr. Naisley.

Hurry up, get him inside!

I'm trying. He's fucking heavy. Why don't you help?

Use your eyes. I'm holding this bitch up.

Just hurry up before someone comes over here to take a piss or something.

The voices filtered through the thick black cotton of unconsciousness,

accompanied by the pain in my head where I'd been hit.

Consciousness came slowly enough that I didn't open my eyes.

I knew better in that moment than to signal my awareness of the situation.

I felt my body being pulled by my legs and I made sure to stay limp.

From the location of each voice, I could tell that Brett was the one pulling me into the auto shop

while Hester was standing aside, watching and urging.

I felt the surface under my back change from dirt to smooth concrete.

The sound of shuffling feet followed me inside.

It was Hester and the half-conscious woman he was with.

The door closed and there was a click.

Lights came on, faintly filtering through my eyelids.

Let's get him strung up!

Hester said, put him under that lift.

Now that I was on smooth concrete, the going was easier.

Brett pulled me along the floor and then dropped my legs.

Then he kicked me in the ribs.

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