The screams could be heard throughout the wetlands. Bishop could hear Jack from down the valley. Jacks fingers were frozen white all but the one that was bleeding. The trap door had froze over in the prior nights cold and Jack had been working on it all morning. Pry bars, sledge hammers and whiskey, Jacks tools of choice, but with the light on, on the inside of the dungeon, and humidity on the exterior, a solid mass of ice had covered the entrance non-permeable. Bishop came by to plead with Jack not to go through with the whole sex slave idea, but Jack was in no mood for reasoning. "To hell with you then, don't let fear and common sense get in your way!" Bishop sped out of jack's driveway spraying the neighbours fence with gravel. "At least you didn't back into it this time" Jack laughed under his breath. Then fear came over Jack, had he simply gone too far? Bishop was by far the more reasonable of the two and Jack usually took his advice.
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Bishop rolled up ready to talk reason. Jack was nowhere to be found, but he could hear him yelling. Muffled. Bishop traced the voice. It didn’t take long. Jack had froze himself in the dungeon. Snow and ice locked the door with him in it.
It was ironic. Bishop thought about leaving him this way. Through the crack in the trap door it looked like he had a hundred watt bulb shedding light and providing heat. Bishop figured he could last a month down there drinking his own urine and digging for earthworms. Knowing Jack he probable had reserves. Whisky stashed in cracks. But if that light went out he would be dead in a day.
Bishop busted the ice off the trap door. Jack was pissed, coming out. Argumentative. Bishop stuck his head down and took a look around - it was nice - for a hole in the ground. Especially if you consider a trouble light, hanging off a hook, a chandelier.
They both could have stuck it out. But that wasn’t their style.
Bishop remembered to put the truck in four wheel drive, just missing the fence by inches.
He looked in the rear view mirror. Jack was walking back to the dungeon. Damned and determined to have it ready.
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