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I jerked as I regained consciousness, pulling the ropes that tied me to the lifting rack. Three huge bodies came into focus. Not obviously r

I jerked as I regained consciousness, pulling the ropes that tied me to the lifting rack. Three huge bodies came into focus. Not obviously related, but they could have been two brothers in their forties and the son of one of them. Maybe. With how muscled they were, my age estimation game could be way off.

"Can we keep him?" asked the younger of the three in almost childish glee."We don't know how long he was there and how much he heard," said the bald man, who I guessed was the younger brother of the two older men. Again, just guesses. "He certainly saw too much. No, we'll drive him to the quarry. Dump him in the old survey hole. No one will ever know and we'll be back in less than two hours." I had no idea what he was talking about. I hadn't seen or heard anything, and when I begun to say so I discovered my mouth stuffed with some kind of cloth."But he's so cute," the younger of them started sulking. "Just imagine what I could do to him.""This isn't a discussion. We have to..." The oldest looking of the three put his hand on the shoulder of the bald guy, instantly silencing him. No, on second thought, they probably weren't brothers."You can keep him," he said with the calm tone of someone in charge and not expecting to be challenged. "He has to be in his cage or in shackles at all times, and we expect to see growth every month, you understand.""Yes!" the young guy, now all smiles responded and bounced in place."And any serum comes out of your supplies.""He gets serum?!""Growth. Every. Month.""Yis!" the younger guys yelped, and rushed to me, jumped onto the bench I was sitting on, and gave me a bone-crushing hug. "We are going to have so much fun."

I wasn't sure if this was going to be hell or heaven. Possibly both.