André slowly regained consciousness, with a horrible headache, in the pestilential odor and the relative obscurity of the pigsty. The thin narrow opening in the wall of stone allowed him to realize the place where it was.
   He was lying on the smelly damp manure of the pigs. One of them, sniffing and guzzling on the floor, a fat repellent looking pig looked at him with an astonished and vaguely reproachful eye.

  He succeeded with difficulty in standing up and recalled little by little the deceit of Malvina Kantor, the treason of Caroline and the terrifying stroke treacherously managed with the heavy dildo. The relations against nature that had gotten started between the two lesbians, since it was necessary to call them henceforth like that, and the destination first of the object used to neutralize added him added to his humiliation and to his anger.

  André started with attempting to shake the door but, unfortunately for him, this type of closing, created to resist the assaults sometimes violent of heavy and powerful beasts, would hardly yield to the a few derisory strokes of feet or shoulders of only one man, and not very strong moreover. Before the pointlessness of his efforts against the wood of oak and the strong bolt, he attempted to climb along the wall to pass then by the ceiling to leave by the roof.

  Several times he fell full length in the sludge and even disturbed the pig that began to give some signs of annoyance. The ceiling was made of nailed strong boards and André remembered that above these were stocked several tons of hay of which he had himself stacked to help the beautiful and treacherous farmer.

  Only then did he start calling for help, first demandingly with some oaths, then more and more humbly. But no one came and no one answered him. By the small opening of the wall, he could only see a small tip of the farm court, one of the windows and the door painted in green of the dwelling house.

  At a given moment, when it had to be past noon because of the heat and the situation supposed of the sun, he saw Caroline in the house. He called to her and shouted but she, hardly turning her head toward him, was content with smiling ironically him and to wave her hand vaguely in his direction. Then she disappeared from his view. When she reappeared, a long time later, she carried an assortment of vegetables in her arms. How could she think about making soup while he was shut in this atrocious stink ? He shouted again, ordered, even implored it, but this time she didn't even give him the courtesy of a look and went in the kitchen.
  Then, he collapsed on the manure and in his mind tortured by anger, humiliation and despair, he started sobbing under the astonished eyes of his disgusting mate of captivity.