Was I part of some kind of weird experiment, some experimental drug or technology? If so, how could that happen without me knowing? Surely I would’v... remembered someone approaching me and saying “Hey, how would you like to have the supernatural ability to heal people?”, or even “Hey, how would you like complete strangers inject you with their weird untested prototype drug where you could end up dead if it fails?” Somehow that didn’t sound right to me. That’s so far fetched, it sounds like it. "They only take them out to perform their duty or when he or one of his men wants to fuck them. The Baron rarely has sex with his girls; he has other means of deriving pleasure as you'll no doubt soon discover."Amanda dangled despondently from the overhead beam, feeling like a side of beef hanging in a butcher's shop of old. Morbius caressed her straining body, leaving her to suffer as he waited for their guest to arrive.The Baron arrived precisely on schedule, his four-wheel drive Mercedes. He sighed, not wanting to try to battle the crowd of other shoppers in the mall on a Saturday afternoon. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the mall or shopping with her, but the crowds and slow walkers always got on his nerves. “Can’t we wait until later?” he asked her sheepishly. “What if we make it interesting, something a bit distracting and fun for you…and me!” she offered. They’d recently bought a new toy and to date hadn’t had the chance to really put it to the test. It was a small. ."I cut her off. "Lizzy, you can't help them. You can't even be near them in a dream; to meet one in person would be just that much worse. Just try to protect Allison, because she won't walk away no matter what I say. She'll tell you the important stuff; maybe your gift will be able to help her save some of the girls. If it can, then I'd relocate them as quickly as possible, preferably out of the country but at least out of the state. If it becomes clear that you can't save them then Allison.