Gorture III: Pelo(si) Talk

Somewhere:

The old farmer squinted hard into the fading dusky light, two hounds whimpering behind him, tails curled between their legs. He gripped his shotgun, but remained on the top porch step. There was…something…out there. Something big. Something awful.

He hadn’t seen it, but…that sound.

Five minutes earlier:

Agent Kowalski crouched, grinning, beside Faisal, still handcuffed to his chair and drooling blankly. He adjusted his headphones and whispered:

“Nancy Pelosi sex tape.”

Previously:

• Gorture

• Gorture II: There’s Moore