{"id":3313,"date":"2019-03-11T13:30:02","date_gmt":"2019-03-11T17:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3313"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:52:07","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:52:07","slug":"the-wanderer-part-eight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/W8.jpg?resize=300%2C347\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"347\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p><em>Author\u2019s Note:<br>This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will  eventually be published in novel form. Plot\/characters\/elements are  subject to change as it is being written. It\u2019s currently in 1st  person\/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. <strong>Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below<\/strong>.<\/em><br><br><strong>Genre:<\/strong> Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi <br><strong>Tags: <\/strong>prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug\/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child\/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)<\/p>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer\" class=\"menu\"><li id=\"menu-item-4605\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4606\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4607\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4608\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4609\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4610\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4611\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4612\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4613\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4614\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4615\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4616\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4617\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4618\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4619\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4620\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>By the time Pytre is done eating, his lap is buried under a pile of discarded plasti-form wrappings. Frankly I\u2019m amazed by how much he just put away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFull?\u201d I ask, thinking again about the dwindling credit situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre covers his mouth and lets out a loud belch, then gives me a shy smile. \u201cYes, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The silence stretches on, and I feel awkward as hell. My eyes fall on his bruised knuckles and I look up, jerking my chin towards the bruises on his face. \u201cWanna talk about it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre gets a real haunted look in his eyes and swallows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s fine,\u201d I say, shrugging. \u201cYou don\u2019t\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI left the sanctuary right after you did, like I said. I stopped in Gulchtown and asked around about you but no one knew where you were headed. I almost gave up right then.\u201d Pytre looks down at his hands. \u201cI didn\u2019t really plan things well. I had barely any credits to my name. Didn\u2019t even think to bring any Chartreuse with me to trade. I don\u2019t know what I was thinking.\u201d He sighs. \u201cThen I had a stroke of luck. The bartender at the Butter Churn said you mentioned heading east. So I went east. That night I got mugged by two men. They pointed a gun at me and I transferred all my credits to them.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThey give you that?\u201d I say, gesturing to my own eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He looks up. The short, bitter laugh startles me. \u201cOh no. That first night was nothing compared to what happened after.\u201d He takes a few deep breaths, and I see he's shaking. Should I hold him? Something tells me no. \u201cI met a man and his daughter on the stone road. They were travelling to Zarabetha to get married.\u201d Pytre makes a face and shrugs. \u201cThe man had some pistols and the girl had a big Bowie knife. I figured if I went with them, I\u2019d be better off than by myself. Protection, you know? But\u2026 I didn\u2019t like having to hear\u2026 things. Between them. You, know\u2026 at night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I give him a sympathetic nod. Incest is perfectly legal here, or should I say, not <em>illegal<\/em>. Nothing is. It\u2019s a wonder people manage to live out whole lives on this shitty, lawless moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI figured maybe you\u2019d stop in Zarabetha too. Maybe I\u2019d catch up with you, or at least find out something about where you could be headed.\u201d Pytre stares down at his hands again, shredding the side of a plasti-form wrapper. \u201cAfter a week, we were attacked by a group of\u2026 I don't know\u2014<em>monsters<\/em>? They were men, but only in the physical sense. They killed the father first. Did it quick\u2026 but they took their time with the girl.\u201d Pytre\u2019s bottom lip trembles and when he speaks again, his voice is so quiet I can barely hear him. \u201cThey cut her belly open when they were done. Threw something at me and I caught it. Instinctively, you know?\u201d Pytre mimes catching something in both hands, blinks rapidly and a few tears splash down on his raised palms. \u201cIt was a tiny baby. No... not really a baby yet.\u201d He\u2019s crying freely now and my gut twists in anger for what he\u2019s suffered. \u201cI fumbled and dropped it in the dust. That poor little baby. I don\u2019t even know if it was alive. One of them stomped on it and then punched me in the head. I think I was unconscious after that. They hit me a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He touches his bruises. His hand is trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I want to tell him the baby was probably already dead\u2014few women carry to term here, and that's not even factoring in the inbreeding\u2014but I don\u2019t know how that would cheer him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow did you get away?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When he meets my gaze again, his eyes go flat. \u201cI didn\u2019t. Not for weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I frown, waiting for him to explain. The roaming gangs in the wastelands aren\u2019t the type to spare anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI told them I was a Disciple of Rime and they laughed, but I started retelling the Book of Rime, and the Trials of the Desert, and anything I could think of. Turns out they\u2019re a superstitious lot. They made me keep going every day until my voice gave out. Then they\u2019d force me to eat the\u2026 meat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I nodded. Fucking cannibals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen, every night, the four of them would take turns raping me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was afraid that was where his story was going. I want to run out into the desert and find the shitbags that did this to Pytre and force them to eat their own dicks before I skin them alive\u2026 I reach out to touch Pytre\u2019s arm and he flinches. His laugh is hollow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know you were dying to\u2026 how did you put it? \u2018Break in my virgin ass\u2019? Well, sorry to say you\u2019re too late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m going to kill every last one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo need,\u201d Pytre says with a little shrug. His eyes are now dry. \u201cThey were sloppy one night tying me up to sleep and I got loose. One of them had a gun. An antique. I shot two of them in the head before the others knew what was happening. The third I shot twice as he was getting up, but the gun jammed and I had to throw a punch at the last one. Managed to knock him to the ground. Then I beat him to death with a big rock.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stare at Pytre\u2014he yawns wide, looking around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d like to sleep now,\u201d he says, his voice devoid of any emotion. I just nod and begin collecting the empty food wrappers as he settles back down on the bed. He\u2019s asleep before I\u2019m finished. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>Next day, we move into a bigger room. This one has two cots and about a foot and half of floor between them, and a rickety old chair and table to one side. I expect Apple to object about the added cost, but to my surprise, he says nothing. I feel like there's something he's not telling me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre wakes only long enough to eat and use the toilet. I'm still waiting for him to ask me who my companion is. Apple, for his part, barely spares Pytre a glance, and doesn't complain when he has to sleep on the floor the first night. Again... something is up. I can feel it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I haven't worked in days and I'm going to have to soon to keep feeding us\u2014I can't ask Apple to chip in for Pytre's voracious appetite, but I really don't want to leave Pytre's side. I know that I've turned this into a mission\u2014if I heal Pytre, maybe I'll be able to look in the mirror one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yeah, right... I'm the reason he wound up in the hands of cannibal rapists. There won't be any absolution for me. The best I can do is keep the three of us alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sighing, I lean my head back on the dented, dirty scrap metal\u2014the wall is so thin I can hear the guy next door pissing\u2014and watch Pytre's chest rising and falling slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer-1\" class=\"menu\"><li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By the time Pytre is done eating, his lap is buried under a pile of discarded plasti-form wrappings. Frankly I\u2019m amazed by how much he just put away. \u201cFull?\u201d I ask, thinking again about the dwindling credit situation. Pytre covers his mouth and lets out a loud belch, then gives me a shy smile. \u201cYes, thank you.\u201d The silence stretches on, and I feel awkward as hell. My eyes fall on his bruised knuckles and I look up, jerking my chin towards the bruises on his face. \u201cWanna talk about it?\u201d Pytre gets a real haunted look in his eyes &#8230; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more-container\"><a title=\"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Eight\" class=\"read-more button\" href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/#more-3313\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Wanderer &#8211; Part Eight\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"generate_page_header":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-life"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4sexs-Rr","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3754,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/","url_meta":{"origin":3313,"position":0},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Fourteen","author":"Bey","date":"April 26, 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"Apple is no longer straddling my lap\u2014we\u2019re sitting side by side on the bed watching Pytre as he slowly undresses in front of us. He\u2019s keeping his eyes averted and his cheeks are so red they\u2019re almost burgundy. After painstakingly folding his shirt, he places it on the other bed\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Bey's Tales&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Bey's Tales","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/category\/writing-2\/beys-tales-writing-2\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W14.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W14.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W14.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W14.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W14.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3402,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/","url_meta":{"origin":3313,"position":1},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Ten","author":"Bey","date":"April 7, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Apple won\u2019t meet my eye as he moves around the room packing his few belongings. \u201cYou can\u2019t be serious,\u201d I say, laughing. \u201cTurk\u2019s just looking to make a few bucks off your ass.\u201d He stops and glares at me before resuming. \u201cHe says he loves me,\u201d he replies, his tone\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Bey's Tales&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Bey's Tales","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/category\/writing-2\/beys-tales-writing-2\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W10.jpg?fit=1200%2C653&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3427,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/","url_meta":{"origin":3313,"position":2},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Eleven","author":"Bey","date":"April 21, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"In the center of the room, a man is hanging upside-down, suspended from his ankles from a metal frame, his legs held apart. A woman in high heels is helping another man feed a big chain into the first guy\u2019s ass. I wince, watching the thick greased links slip into\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Bey's Tales&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Bey's Tales","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/category\/writing-2\/beys-tales-writing-2\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W11.png?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W11.png?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W11.png?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/W11.png?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3372,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/","url_meta":{"origin":3313,"position":3},"title":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Nine","author":"Bey","date":"March 22, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"\u201cSo, who is he?\u201d Finally. I look over at Pytre. He\u2019s lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling like I\u2019ve been doing for the past hour. \u201cRemember the Gulchtown boy-whore?\u201d I ask. 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