“Freakery.”
“Freakery?”
“Freakery,” he whispered in my ear while others clapped that strange jig. They made me dance. One,
crawling, chased my feet for laughs. Chained to the post where they served me slop, I tried to match
their rhythms, but they’d swap one for another once I did. “Dance!” they sang.
“But why?!”
And they screamed: “Freakery!”
“Freakery?”
“Freakery!”
What did it mean? Was it the song title, or the name they’d given to their mountain games? What sane
people make someone fuck the animals of their farm while some damn kid plays the mouth harp? Oh
how they laughed at their captive! I danced and danced, I wanted to live!

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