Mettwurscht

Hey guys. Here is the third part of the story. Please read the previous part before you read this: https://www.deviantart.com/gil115/art/The-Weekend-of-Hell-Part-2-f-fm-900552257 Let’s start with the third Part, enjoy it 😊: It was 1:00 p.m. on Saturday. Jean and I went into the living room, as Emily had instructed us, and sat down on the couch. The television was still on. "Probably something very embarrassing," I thought to myself. After about 15 minutes, Emily came back downstairs. This meant that our "freedom" would be over, soon. She put two wooden chairs in the living room, facing each other. They were our old wooden garden chairs that Emily had dug out. The chairs were identical. Each chair had 4 legs, 2 armrests, and the back was made of 5 wooden beams ending in a crossbar on top. My parents loved wooden furniture in the past. At least Emily had put a pillow on each of the chairs so they weren't too hard to sit on. On the dining room table, she laid out my packs of zip ties.