The NoSleep Podcast - NoSleep Podcast S8 - Holiday Hiatus 2

Episode Date: January 8, 2017

The show is taking a new year's break this week but we're featuring two tales from our Season Pass 7 episodes. "Feed the Pig" written by Elias Witherow and performed by Jesse Cornett & Peter Lewis & Erika Sanderson. Click here to learn more about the voice actors on The NoSleep Podcast  Click here to learn more about the Sleepless Live 2017 Tour  Click here to learn more about Elias Witherow  Executive Producer & Host: David Cummings Musical score composed by: Brandon Boone Audio adaptation produced by: Phil Michalski Audio program ©2017 - Creative Reason Media Inc. - All Rights Reserved - No reproduction or use of this content is permitted without the express written consent of Creative Reason Media Inc. The copyrights for each story are held by the respective authors.   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This is a horror fiction podcast. We're here to frighten you and mess with your head because that's what you want. So give into your fear because tonight there will be no sleep. It's the no sleep podcast. It's the no sleep podcast. I'm David Cummings. Thanks for joining us for our final holiday hiatus episode. We're already back to work and getting our next regular season episode ready for you. Season 8, episode 12 will be coming out next Sunday, January 15th. But we're not leaving

you in the dark this week. Well, I guess in a way we are. You see, now that the holiday festivities are over and the new year has been rung in in style, we're told that January is a rather somber and dark month for a lot of people. And while sometimes you can combat the darkness with happy and light-hearted things, you certainly haven't come to us for that. No, no, you see, another way to remind you that things aren't as bad as they seem is to be made forcefully aware that there are dark realms out there which are to be avoided at all costs. And if you're not trapped in the setting of this week's story,

count your blessings as many. In this week's nerve-rattling, bone-chilling, and mind-eshing, mind-frapturing tale, we are plunged into the nightmarish world of one man who suddenly finds himself trapped in a hellish setting. In this abysmal netherworld concocted by author Elias Withero, the man learns why he's there and the very few options he has to get out. Options, which are the stuff of the most ghastly nightmares. Performing this tale are Jesse Cornett, Peter Lewis, and Erica Sanderson. So, in the very literal sense, brace yourself, because it's time.

Time to feed the pig. The first thing I noticed, I licked my dry lips as my surroundings faded into focus. My body ached, and I realized it was because I was tightly bound to a metal chair in the middle of an empty room. The barren concrete walls were stained. and dirty. The floor beneath my feet was cold and slightly wet. A single bulb lit the room, dangling from the ceiling by a string. It cast moving shadows, and I blinked back darkness. An open door stood before me, but I couldn't see anything but the wall of a hallway. I tried to clear my head, trying to remember how I got it.

here. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself not to panic. I slowed my breathing and focused my thoughts, desperately trying to summon some recollection of why I was here. Couldn't remember any... I opened my eyes and exhaled, my parched throat throbbing. I could hear sound echoing off the hallway walls outside the door. Screaming, clanging, howling, all very deep. distant, but that did nothing to help calm my nerves. I tore at my vocal cords as I cried out. I felt my chest hitch in pain, but I cleared my throat and yelled again. Is there anyone there?

The dark hallway remained silent except for the constant echoes. I shut my mouth and tried to wiggle free of my bindings, but the rope was nodded and possibly tight. I fought back against my imagination as it flooded my mind with horrific scenarios of what awaited. me if I could only remember. Suddenly, footsteps erupted from outside the door, a rapid patter of small feet. My hopes rose and I trained my attention on the door, praying it was hell. A young boy ran into the room, dressed in a red onesie, complete with padded feet.

Stretched over his face was a plastic devil mask. The eye holes revealed massive, massive, blue eyes that greeted me curiously. Taken back, I opened my mouth to speak, but that's when I noticed something was off. His eyes were huge, impossibly round and bulging from their sockets. It sent a shiver of unease down my spine, but I shook it off. This child might be able to free me. Hey, kid, can you get me out of here?

The boy took a step closer, cocking his head. but remaining silent. I rattled my bound arms against the chair. Can me free? Please. I shouldn't be here. This is some kind of mistake. The boy eyed me behind his strange mask

and stalked directly in front of me. He leaned in close and whispered his voice like wet silk. You did a bad thing. Confused. I shook you. my head. No, no, this is a mistake. I didn't do anything. The boy's enormous blue eyes suddenly filled with sadness. You did a really, really bad thing. I shook my head again violently. No, I'm so sorry. I don't remember. Just please get me out of this chair.

Suddenly, before either of us could speak again, a man came charging into the room. He was overweight and dressed in overalls. His grizzled face twisted in seething anger. He was holding a sawed-off shotgun in his arms. He advanced on us, my voice cracking. I'm not supposed to be here. The big man ignored me and instead grabbed the kid and shoved him hard against the wall. The boy grunted as his back struck the concrete and his eyes rose to meet the

grisled man's. Wordlessly, the man raised his shotgun, placed it against the boy's forehead, and blew his head off. Chunks of gore splattered the wall as shock slugged me in the stomach like an iron fist. My ears rang and time seemed to slow as I watched in horror as the headless boy crumpled to the ground. My breath rushed back into my lungs and time seemed to readjust. Jesus fucking Christ! I strained against the ropes, my eyes bulging in horrific shock. What the fuck!

The man ignored my screams as he bent down and picked up the boy. He slung the ruined corpse over his shoulder and walked out the doorway. Suddenly, the hallway erupted with malicious laughter, a chorus of voices all howling and glee. I shut my eyes. the noise deafening as absolute terror filled my every pore. After a few moments, the laughter faded and I cautiously opened my eyes, unable to believe what I had just witnessed. I jumped as I realized there was another man standing before me. He was dressed in a simple white button-down shirt and jeans.

His brown hair was cut short and he appeared to be in his early 30s. His green eyes were dull and lifeless. His full lips pulled down at the corners. New fear pooling in my stomach, like hot blood. The man crossed his arms and shook his head. So you're the new one, huh? You people. Questions bubbled on my lips, but he waved them off with a sharp chop of his hand,

slicing the air and demanding my silence. You look like you've already seen some of the horrors this place holds. Yes, I can tell by the look in your eyes. You're terrified. You've seen something, haven't you? It doesn't seem all that bad now, does it? Looking back, you've been here five minutes, and already you're shitting your pants. Where am I? What do you people want?

The man crossed his arms behind his back. I bet you want to get out of here, don't you? I bet you'd like to go back to your home, your family, everything. Please, whatever I did to you. I'm sorry. I really am, but I don't remember. You didn't do anything to me. No. Oh, you did it to yourself. You really don't remember anything.

I shook my head and felt tears brimming in my eyes. Liquid fear. You waited until your wife left for work and then you went out to the woodshed and hung yourself. You're dead. The recent memory rose in my mind like a monster from a bog. My eyes went wide as much as I wanted to deny it. He was right. I had killed myself.

The incident tore through my brain like a bullet train and left me reeling. I'm Danny, by the way, and I'm number two around here. I run the orientation process, and I want to make this quick because I'm tired of repeating this fucking thing. to you, you get one question before I begin. He stared down at me, and I scrambled to organize my thoughts into something cohesive. This was all horrifying. Why had I killed myself?

I fought against the fog and panic and the mists of confusion slowly began to lift. I had just lost my job. Yes, that was the start. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced more of the memory to emerge. I had lost my job and I was about to lose my house. My wife, Tess, she found out and was going to leave me. I didn't have any way out, didn't have any options. Getting fired had come out of the blue and I didn't have much in savings.

I was broke, soon to be homeless. and my wife hated me for it. There was something else she had been cheating on me. I had seen texts on her phone while she slept one night and confirmed my suspicions. My life had degraded to shit and I had run out of options. Humiliated and ashamed. I had decided death was my only option. Danny snapped his fingers in front of her.

front of my face. Fucker, do you have a question or not? I was sucked back into reality, and I asked the only question that mattered. Is this hell? That's always what you people ask. He began to pace back and forth in front of me. No, this is not hell. It's not heaven, either.

This is the black farm. And no, I didn't name it that. This is where God sends the souls who have ended their own life. Suicidal. You see, he doesn't really know what to do with you. And neither does the devil. There are genuinely good people who kill themselves. Seems cruel to banish them to hell for all eternity for a moment of weakness, right?

Personally, I think God and the devil were just tired of arguing about it, and so they send you here to the Black Farm. Did God create this place? Danny spit on the floor, chuckling. Sure, at some point. But he lost control of it when he put the pig in charge. What's the pig? I wasn't sure I wanted to know the antics. answer. Can I fucking finish?

God created this place, eons ago, put the pig in charge, and, well, and forgot about it for a while. Well, when his back was turned to the pig, decided to use his new powers to try and create his own little world. This mess you see around you is the fractured remains. of that experiment. The black farm used to be a lot nicer, but the pig wanted things to be different. He wanted to create his own vision. These people, you see, these monsters,

they are the pig's attempt at creating functioning life. Instead of mirroring God's earth, these mutated, horrible creations are full of, sin and hatred. They run rampant here unabashed. This place is chaos. The black farm is a circus of freaks and monsters, and it's your eternity. Fear boiled in my gut-like thick oil. No. No, this couldn't be my end. I didn't believe in stuff like this. This wasn't real. I would wake up soon and realize I was just having a nightmare.

That had to be it. Danny stood before me and lightly slapped my face. Hey, hey, don't go into hysterics on me. I haven't finished yet. I raised my teary eyes to meet his. You can always feed the pig. My breath pushed from my lungs like burning steam. Danny spread his hands, still smiling.

Oh, it's as simple as that. Feed the pig. If you do so, there's a chance. He'll send you back to your life. And what happens if it doesn't? You get sent to hell. So flip a coin. if you have one. Stay here with Oz or feed the pig. If you choose to stay, I'll let you go.

I'll let you go out there. He pointed towards the door. But let me assure you, what awaits you at the end of the hallway? Well, let's just say, hell isn't that much worse. I swallowed hard, trying my best to digest everything. Why wouldn't I try feeding the pig? Whatever that meant. If there was even a sliver of hope, I would take it. An eternity in this place? The black farm?

Be sent to hell? Or feed the pig? I would do anything for a chance to go back. This nightmare made my problem seem nothing in comparison. Danny raised a hand before I could speak. I'll let you think on it a while. I'll be back later. I want to feed the pig!

I didn't want to spend another second in the awful room. I could hear a woman screaming down the hallway. Her cries rising as something meaty pounded into her. My breath came and sharp pulls and my throat burned. Danny noticed the noise and grinned. The woman's voice creaked with agony. Something was still slamming into her. The sound of beaten flesh igniting my imagination with horrors.

Danny turned to wait. Later, enjoy your time alone. Really think about your situation. Weigh your options. And remember, put yourself here. And with that, he was gone, leaving me in the dim room. Tears streamed down my face.

The woman didn't stop screaming for hours. At some point, I fell into a semi-sleep. The darkness in the room seemed to press in on me, and my eyes fluttered shut. My body ached and my throat was a halo of fire. Thirst raked at my windpipe like sharp glass. My lips felt like crumpled paper, and my head thundered like a drum. The room swam in and out of focus, and my mind drifted towards the horrific sounds that never ended. I was lost in a haze, unaware that something was sliding into the room until I felt a sharp prick on my big toe.

I jolted out of my days as my barefoot ignited with pain. I screamed and tried to move, but my bindings held tight. The room rushed back into focus, and I blinked in agony as I felt blood trickled between my toes. I looked down for the source of the pain, and I felt a scream claw up my throat. Staring up at me was an armless man. He slithered on the floor like a worm. His bald head scabbed and filthy. His legs were wrapped together in barbed wire, forcing him to wiggle his body to move.

His eyes were lidless and wide, two bloodshot white orbs that stared up at me with hungry intensity. His teeth had been removed and replaced with long screws, which jutted from his bleeding gum. like a broken rock formation. Around his neck was a chain leash, which I followed across the floor to the open door. The end of the leash was held by a tall, naked man. His body was hairless and flabby, covered in similar scabs like his pet.

A dirty bag was pulled over his head that hid his features, except for a single red eye that peeked out at me from a crude cut in the cloth. He stared at me and groped his engorged penis. His breath heavy and labored. As the armless man wiggled towards me again, his master started to masturbate. I screamed as the screw-filled mouth bit at me again, and my cries seemed to stimulate. the naked man even more. I tried to kick at the man,

doing my best to avoid his sharp metal teeth. I brought my heel down on his head, and he screamed as his face bounced off the floor. A moan of pleasure escaped the bagman's mouth, and I turned away as a mist of black sprayed out onto the floor. There was a rattle of chains, and I turned back to see the two. of them leaving. The armless man dragged by his neck out the door. I looked at where the bagged man

had ejaculated and saw a puddle of dead ants. I vomited onto myself. Thick and chunky curtains of bile and slime. I listened to the two men retreat down the hallway. The clank of chains accompanied by the sound of flesh being dragged across the concrete. I screamed again, but I knew no one was going to help me. I spit a wad of flim and bile onto the floor, ridding my mouth of its sourness. I forced myself to calm down. It wasn't easy. After some time, I heard someone else approaching.

I had been in a miserable lull, my mind a blank canvas of dark despair, but the noise roused me from my trance-like state. The muscles in my arms burned from being restrained for so long, and I shifted them desperately, trying my best to prepare myself for whatever horror was about to walk through the door. Footsteps drew closer, and then a woman walked into the room. She stopped at the doorway and looked at me. One of her eyes was missing, a dark cavernous hole in her skull. Her hair was ratty and wild, a brown tangle like a forgotten nest. Her skin was pale and filthy, and she was dressed in rags.

I couldn't tell how old she was, but there was maturity in her one good eye. Still thinking. She took a step closer. Are you still deciding whether you're going to feed the pig or not? Yeah, I am. Who are you? What do you want? I was once where you are now, trying to decide my fate. I couldn't believe that this was what happened. What happened after we die?

It wasn't what I was taught. Religion didn't warn me about this place. You killed yourself too? You're a person like me. You're not one of those, those creations? Breaks my heart, you have to ask. She touched the hole where her eyes should have been. Though I can understand your caution.

Yeah, I'm a suicidal. I've been here a long, long time. But that was my choice. I decided to chance it here. I motioned with my head towards the door. What's out there? What is all this? She exhaled heavily and leaned against the wall.

I can't even begin to describe this place. It's like nothing you've ever seen. You walk down that hallway and go out into it and you'd have to see it to understand. How bad is it? Why are all these mutated people hurting and killing each other? She let her head lull back against the wall. It would take you years for you to fully understand this place. Years you don't have.

Right now, you have to make a decision. Stay or feed the pig. They tell me hell is worse than here, but it can't be by much. Monsters and suicidels roam the black farm, killing, raping, brutalizing. And then you wake up and you wonder how long you can survive before something else kills you. It's an endless cycle. So why did you stay? Why didn't you feed the pig?

I don't even know what that means. what that means. But I would do anything for a chance to go back. I can't stay here. Just can't. She smiled sadly at me. Why? Why did I choose this? Simple, really. I'm a coward. I was a coward when I was alive and I'm a coward in death. When it came down to it, when the moment presented itself, I chose to stay here. I didn't know what awaited me outside. Boiled down to a simple choice. fueled by my own fear. What is the pig? What does it do to you?

She suddenly turned to go. I'm afraid that's for you to find out. But let me warn you. Think hard before you make a decision. Sometimes suffering through your fear is better than suffering for eternity. Be brave. I was shaking in my chair as she walked out the door. She paused and took one last look over her shoulder.

Her eye darted around and she dropped her voice to a whisper. And with that, she was gone. I sat in silence once again. My mind was spinning, desperately turning over my options. I still couldn't fully understand the situation I was in. It was too much, too overwhelming. The other side of death wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't know what I had expected, but it wasn't this nightmare.

Questions crashed over my mind like cold waves onto a sinking ship. How was I supposed to make a choice when I didn't even know what my actions entailed? This place, the black farm, I couldn't stay here. But what if I went to hell? What if I didn't get sent back? I would be out of the fire and into the frying pan. My existence would forever be damned to unending misery. Here, though, here there were people like me.

Suicidels. It wasn't all monsters and mutilated murderers. Maybe I could hole up somewhere with them, try to scrape together a passable existence. Surely that would be better than you. getting sent to hell. No, no! This wasn't going to be how I spent my eternity. I refused to let it be.

If there was even the slightest sliver of hope, I would take it. I didn't want to wonder what could have been. I didn't want to be tormented by doubt, but feed the pig and accept whatever fate chose for me. When I boiled it down, that was the only option left. I would feed the pig. After a couple of seconds, I heard footsteps echoed down the hall towards me. Danny walked through the doorway, an annoyed look on his face.

I've made, I've made my choice to feed the pig. Sounds like you've really thought a lot about it since I left you. You do the same thing if you were in my place. Danny walked behind me. I chose differently. My eyes widened, and then Danny wrapped my entire head with a strip of thin cloth blinding me. I sucked in as much air as I could, but each lungful felt empty. I felt Danny cut me free from the chair in my body's side as my stiff muscles were released.

I rolled my shoulders as my hands were released, and I moaned with relief. I dug my fingers into my back, and I stretched, creaking. Keep your blindfold on and follow me. My leg shook as I put weight on them. My thighs trembling after their long-semented position. I groped blindly in front of me and found Danny's shoulder. I rested my hand on it as he walked us out of the room. As we entered the hallway, I could suddenly hear sound I hadn't heard before.

Tearing noise. Something vomiting. These sounds sprang to life in my ears, painting the darkness before my eyes with imaginary scenes of horror. I gripped Danny's shoulder tighter, stumbling behind him. My heart thundering. I heard something trailing behind us, but Danny didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't care. Flesh slapped the concrete mere inches behind me, and I suddenly felt hot breath on my neck

and the click of a wet tongue against gums. My breathing became even more labored as fear choked me. Going to feed the piggy, are you? Something whispered in my ear. I felt something pressed against the back of my head, and I tried not to think what it might be. It was wet, its voice was low, and unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was like a series of grunts and moans jumbled together to form broken words. To my relief, I heard the thing retreat back to wherever it had come from, and I continued to follow Danny.

He remained silent as we walked, and I could feel shifts in the air. The thick heat gave way to a cooler, almost pleasant temperature. But then it kept decreasing, and soon I was shivering violently against the cold. I couldn't see anything, but I felt a breeze on my face like we were outside. I didn't hear Danny open any doors, but nothing about this place was natural. It was like reality blurred and bled into itself, like reels of a film melting together. Teeth chattering, I was suddenly blasted with intense heat and I gasped.

My feet tripped over themselves as the terrain changed and I was suddenly walking on what felt like warm iron. My ears filled with the sound of blazing furnaces and the clash of working machinery. I couldn't see it, but I felt like there was a vast open expanse overhead. I smelled ash and tasted dirt on my tongue, sweat already forming along my spine. Suddenly I crashed into Danny as he came to a halt. I backed up a few paces quickly and muttered my apologies.

I could hear movement in front of us, a rustle of chains, and an odd, clicking sound on the metal floor. something else snorting. And then the room filled with a deafening sound of an immense pig squealing. I covered my ears, head splitting at the high-pitched whale. I gritted my teeth as the noise echoed off the metal and faded into a series of snorts and grunts. It sounded absolutely enormous. Danny announced us a slight tinge of ruts.

respect lining his voice. I've brought another one. He wants to feed the pig. I waited, expecting to hear some answer. The cloth around my eyes sealing my sight to darkness. I realized my knees were shaking and my back was coated and sweat. I was terrified. If that is what you wish.

I felt him bow on. under my hand. Apparently some unseen conversation had just happened and Danny took my wrist and pushed me forward. Approach the pig. My whole body trembled and my knees locked in place. Robbed from sight, I raised my hands trying to get my bearings, the heat and ash filling my head with nausea. I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rolling like I was rolling like a dead sea. I didn't know where I was or what horror lay before me. I felt lost and tiny, a fresh splash of tears dripping from my eyes and soaking into the cloth around my face. Danny was suddenly behind me, pushing me forward. He guided my hands towards something as we

stepped together in unison. Even with the cloth around my face, I could see a giant mass of towering darkness before me. It was a spot of black on an already darkened canvas. As we walked forward, I was suddenly assaulted by a horrendous smell, and I gagged, turning away. Danny's grip tightened and forced me to continue. I could sense something just in front of me, a living, shifting mass of flesh. The smell increased to a wretched level, and I gagged again.

Then hot air was being blown on my face, a blast of heat that came in repeated short bursts. I vomited into my cloth, the source of the smell stemming from the hot air. I choked as the bile gushed over the fabric, soaking it and momentarily cutting off my oxygen. Danny slapped my hands away, and I took a few seconds to steady my breathing. I was openly crying now, fear and misery collapsing my willpower. The wet cloth stunk as I sucked in soggy breaths. My own stomach acid coated my skin, and I begged for all of this to be over. Something squealed directly in front of me.

I felt my bladder go. I was standing before the pig. It was the source of darkness in my obscured vision. A fat, titanic creature that filled my senses with every breath. It blew into my face. Danny raised my hands and suddenly I was touching the pig's snout. I recoiled immediately, but Danny forced my hands back. Its fur was stiff and brittle,

and as my shaking hands exploded, floored up its nose, the size of the animal became clear to me. It was gigantic and had weight over a ton. Its flesh wiggled under my sweating hands, and it opened its mouth slightly. My fingers curled a round teeth, the size of kitchen knives. And I realized its mouth was absolutely cavernous. The pig squealed again, and I heard it. hooves clack against the ground.

It sounded like thunder, rolling across an open field in the middle of summer. Take this blindfold off, please! Danny had taken a few steps back, and I heard reverence in his voice. You don't want to do that. I jumped as the pig nudged me with its nose, the wet circle of flesh squishing against the length of my face. I shuddered away, raising my hands and omel me. admitting a cry of fear.

Danny yelled his instructions, his voice like cold steel now. Aid your choice, now live with it. It's the only chance you have of going back. Or maybe like how you taste and send you to hell. A one way to find out. My eyes widened behind the vomit-soaked claw. What? Like how I taste?

Climb into its mouth. My bladder let go again, and I felt warm piss run down my leg. No, no, no, you can't mean. Danny's voice hardened. Climb into its mouth and don't stop crawling forward until it's done with you. I turned towards Danny's voice, begging. reaching out blindly. There has to be some other way.

Don't make me do this! I was a mess of snot and tears. My words bumbling from my mouth like a toddler. Danny stepped forward and spun me back to face the pig. You made your choice. You will all be over soon. This is your only chance. I could feel that.

The pig breathing onto my face, it snout near inches from mine. The smell and heat it omitted made me want to vomit again, but I held it back. This was insane. This wasn't happening. My mind spun and twisted in chaos and fear. There had to be some other way. I couldn't do this. I could not do this.

Suddenly I remembered the words of the one. Woman. Sometimes suffering through your fear is better than suffering for eternity. Be brave. This was my only chance to get back to the world of the living. I had made such a terrible mistake in killing myself. If I could go back and change my life, I wouldn't have to spend eternity here. I could change my ways and sure a spot somewhere else.

They're away from the pig. But what if it decided to send me to help? How much more suffering could I endure? I had to take the chance. My shaking hands reached out for the pig, and I grasped its thick fur. I felt it slowly lower its head and open its mouth. It was waiting for me. It's thick, hot breath stinking in my nostrils.

This was it. No turning back. I slowly gripped its teeth and pulled myself forward into its jaws. Its head was at a downward angle and so I immediately fell onto my stomach and at a 45-degree angle. Its wet tongue squished under me and I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. Tears soaked my blindfold and my heart crunched against my wrist. ribs. I slowly reached forward and found another tooth to grab onto. Gritting my teeth, I pulled my body inward past my knees. The pig raised its head, and I was suddenly completely horizontal on its

tongue. Saliva and mucus dripped around me and the heat was so intense. I almost blacked out. My knees clacked against its front teeth as I pulled myself even deeper. Its inner cheeks pressed in around me, squeezing my body like a soaking, crying, terrified, I reached ahead of me and found more teeth. I pulled myself deeper into its mouth, and I felt my feet slip past its lips. My whole body was coated in slime, and I openly wept, grasping in the darkness for another tooth. And that's when the pig started to chew on me.

I screamed in crushing agony as my body was compressed between its massive teeth. I heard my legs snap instantly and felt wet bone pop from my skin. I shook violently as my body spasmed in shock. A mangled twist of blood and pain. Shifted me in his mouth, and I felt it bite down on my shoulder. My eyes bulged in their sockets as I howled, a hot pillar crunching down on my collarbone.

I threw up violently, unable to control myself. The pain, overwhelming, screaming. Bloodshot eyes rolling wildly, I reached forward with my good arm, wetly searching for another tooth. I gritted my teeth, blood squirting between them as my fingers wrapped around something solid. The pig bit down again. Its tongue twisting my body so its molars could snap down on my knees. The pain brought darkness, but my howling screams forced my eyes to remain open.

I began to bellow My trembling hand still gripping the tooth ahead of me I ground my teeth together so hard they cracked Screaming as I slowly pulled my body deeper into the mouth Something was changing The tight walls of its throat squeezed my head And I realized I was almost through I begged vocal cords cracking

Come on, you motherfucker! Come on! I reached ahead of me and grabbed onto a thick wad of flesh. My head felt like it was splitting, and the pig bit down on me again. I gasped, blood exploding from my mouth in a great gush of red. It had pierced through my stomach, obliterating my insides like bloated noodles. Darkness rushed in on me. and I was in too much shock to even scream.

With the last of my strength, right as the blackness took me, I pulled myself forward. One last time, I helped myself slide down its throat. Darkness, falling, screaming. I was screaming. Heat, heat, so intense. I thought I would melt. clanging.

Something was hammering on metal. Colors and images flew past me so quickly I could only make out their shape. Blood poured into my eyes. I felt like I would keep falling. Suddenly my eyes snapped open and I was falling, my breath rushing back into my lungs in a great wave of purity. My face bounced off wood floor, and I cried out as I felt my nose break.

I tasted blood and saw stars. I had stopped falling. There was a ring of burning around my throat, and I felt impossibly thirsty. I was lying on the floor. I slowly opened my eyes again, and the darkness began to fade like morning mist under a hot sun. Colors blended together in shapes,

into focus. I was in my woodshed. I reached up around my throat and grasped at the source of heat. It was the rope I had hung myself with, but now it was severed, releasing me from the grip of death. Relief rolled over me in overwhelming waves of thanks. I curled up on the floor and sobbed. Tears dripping from my eyes onto the dirty floor. My body shook, unbroken as I wept, wet, wet horse cries rising from my quivering lips. I had been spared. I was alive again.

From my spot on the floor, I turned my eyes upward, my voice cracking. Thank you, God. I fell into another fit of uncontrollable sobbing. I promise I won't waste my life again. I promise I'll make things right. I'll fix everything. I don't know how long it was before I got up.

Time seemed to stretch for eternity. My mind refused to rebuild the horrors of what I had just witnessed Christ. crushing me. But I knew I would do everything I could to make the most out of my life. I was going to live every day to the fullest. I would devote myself to helping others in dark times. I would reach out to as many suicidals as I could and try to save them from what awaited them on the other side. I didn't want anyone else to have to witness the horrors of suicide. I didn't want anyone else to have to feed the pig.

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