Jago: an extract
a new serial novel
He’s a slave, she thought, a pleasure slave, he can’t be anything else. But who’d pick that sow for pleasure? ‘You alright, mister?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘No.’ Then, ‘I’m not sure.’
‘You’ve got it covered then. You’re prepared for all eventualities,’ and her eyes gave him the slightest of sardonic smiles.
‘I need to get back,’ he said.
‘Sun’s going down,’ she said.
‘Right.’
She paused for a moment, then said, ‘You don’t understand.’ She spoke patient, like to a child. ‘Sun goes down, they’ll come out, and if they catch you they’ll kill you. Maybe rape you, just to see what it’s like to rape a fat man.’
‘Who’d kill me?’ his voice wavering, scared.
‘Where are you from?’ she asked.
‘Here,’ he said. ‘But not here.’
She looked around, the sun low in the sky, the shadows thrown long, the darkness beginning to creep from the crumbling buildings. Figured she had a few minutes. ‘You do like to cover your options,’ she said.
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