The sting of a needle in his arm is instantly forgotten in the flood of warmth and energy it brings."Hey, Sam! The Boss wants..." Mister Jackson to yo..., Joey." His voice was firm, but not angry."Sorry, Mister Jackson. Mister Craddock wants to see you in his office."The boy, his shoulders held a little straighter, turned and walked away. Sam gathered up his Fowler Fabrics notes and strode confidently across the busy office."Mister Craddock." His voice was sharp, crisp. "I was just coming to see. She noticed that Rachel was still sitting on her crotch. “That little girl is a vampire, a real vampire?” Rachel murmured, “All that stuff last night, it wasn’t a dream? My god, she is a like a total evil slut!” Rachel rubbed herself harder against the helpless older teen beneath her. Wanting to do something violent, but holding back. “She is not evil.” Mercy said “Iv seen evil and she is sweet and playful compared to some of her kind.” That was the secret truth of her life, the goth girl had. ” I said, sounding cold even to myself.“What else could you want with me?”“I’m not taking the chance of you getting rid of all my hard work. I need to make sure I’ve impregnated you. I want you full and round and carrying my child.”“I wont do anything, I promise.”“Not good enough. I’ll be back to untie you in the morning, once I’ve left for work. Until then, I’m giving us our best chance.”With that I got up, and finding a jump rope, and another athletic band, I tied her arms to the bottom bars. A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with lighter hair standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I.