The ponytail man wasted no time and jabbed the needle into my arm despite my protests. I yelled and screamed stuff like what the hell was wrong with these people. The ponytail man and Mr. Gossage quickly cleared the others out of the room. I noticed a video camera on a tripod. Mr. Gossage went over to it and turned in on. He started setting up some equipment and cases for the ponytail man. Then he went over and barred the door. I was blinded by a bright light directed at my face and I could smell cigarette smoke. Mr. Gossage was puffing away on one. I could hear him suck on it and then exhale slowly.
“So Walter… they tell me you don’t remember what happened at the meat plant. I’m told you have a psychological block about Mr. Gossage’s boy and the children of the others here tonight… Is this true Walter? Or are you faking it, hiding something from us all… I’m going to get the truth out of you snot-nose mother fucker so just tell me the truth… and we can get on with this the easy way. What happened to them Walter?”
The drug was starting to take effect. I felt euphoria and it was getting hard to hold my head up… my speech was a bit slurred but I managed to reply clear enough… “Listen Mister… I don’t know anything about the missing kids…” something hit me hard across the face… like a heavy leather strap. It stung and I was momentarily alert but quickly started to fade into the high from the drug again this would be good stuff if not for the situation I was in.
“Don’t fuckin’ play games with me kid. I’ve broken real men and I will break you if it takes me all friggin’ night here!” The ponytail man screamed in my face. I could smell liquor on his breath. “Leave me alone” I yelled back in a moment of clarity… struggling against my bonds. Suddenly I was being choked by the dog collar… I nearly blacked out when it released enough for me to breath again. “Did you kill those kids…? Do you know who did? Tell me the truth about what happened that night?” he said, now standing behind me. I could hear metalic instruments clanking on a metal tray like in a dentist’s office.
I was really drifting off now and my tongue felt funny like I might swallow it. When that ponytail asshole ripped out a fist full of my hair. I screamed loudly in pain and then became aware that my scalp was bleeding. I could feel the wet running down my face and taste it as it reached my lip. “I told you asshole, I don’t fucking know about the missing kids…” ponytail man lost his temper turning red in the face; this guy was psychotic or something. I felt a pain in my hand he had stabbed a metal instrument through my hand and left it in there. I screamed and he removed it… blood flowed up from the hole like a little park fountain. “They aren’t missing Walter… the Police found them there when they found you Walter… the only thing Walter is they were butchered Walter… pieces of them all over the walls, all over the floors, all over the fuckin’ ceiling Walter! And there you were Walter, yes you were there kid…just you, completely unhurt, uninjured and uninterested… sitting naked as a new born baby in the middle of it all…covered in blood head to toe among what was left of the 13 bodies…”
I was screaming to stop it, let me go, trying to look away, tears in my eyes. I told him I didn’t know but he just kept yelling over me and grabbed my chin so I couldn’t turn away from him. “How was it done Walter…? Who did it Walter…? Was it you?!? Tell me the truth damn it, you little shit…!”
“Nooooooo! I don’t know…you fuckin’ psycho, maybe it was you…” Suddenly, I had a flash. The sun was going down and we climbed through a hole in the fence. Some of the guys and me were at the old meat plant. There was already a party going on inside the meat plant. I could see them for a second like in a dream… Sandy, Don and some others…
When I came to from the vision or flash back or whatever the hell it was I heard Mr. Gossage speaking… “Can he be resisting the drug?” The ponytail man said he gave me an ample dosage but he could give me some more. “No, please don’t… I don’t want to remember… don’t make me remember…” I blurted out. They both spun around, eyes wide glaring at me. What was I saying…? Was this all true…? Could all this shit be true…?!?
‘He’s awake again” remarked Mr. Gossage. The ponytail man smiled, squirted a bit of the fluid out of the syringe and said, “Now then… where were we Walter…?”