Nev sat on the end of the charred pier, casting his line again and again into the murky water in the hopes of catching a corpse. A new war raged thirty miles upstream, and if Nev was patient, he could often hook one of the bodies that washed down the river. Beside him, Pig, a little pot-bellied pig, lay snoring softly in the folds of the cloak he had shed as the suns rose over the gray water. The rise of the suns made the horizon blaze red-orange.
Close-up animal sex. Farm animal fucking. Pigs gang bang a girl.