I could see some streaks on her face as well. I shook my head at her and she went down the hall into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. As I set...led myself against the soft chair and waited for the tears to run their course, I couldn't help but wish I had Allison or Easy there to help. Of course, Lizzy's usual healing methods were out but if Allison was right she could still help. After a while I felt the shaking stop and focused on the girl in my arms again. Her breathing had evened out. Is Steve still here?" Henry checked his logs, everyone in the building had to check in and out."Yes he is, must be working late again. What do you have there?" asked Henry."Spaghetti and toast, would you like some, there's plenty here," I said with a smile on my face."I'd love some. You're the best cook I know. I wish my wife could cook as well as you. Your husband is one lucky man," replied Henry.I took out a Styrofoam plate and a plastic fork and gave a heaping plate of spaghetti and a couple. Her chest was heaving, her skin cold to his touch. She mouthed one word silently, eyes locked on his. Please. Fredric looked at her knees pressing into the dirty floor, at her creamy smooth flesh and the goosebumps that rose along its surface. Even like this she was a graceful creature, poised in absolute supplication. In submission. Something inside him snapped and was replaced by a new feeling, a strong feeling, a rush of power. His face grew hard. This fragrant young thing wanted to give. We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age.