Emily Elizabeth scoots away and rolls onto her back to look at the man. ““I’m afraid.”“Afraid?”“I’m afraid I’m never leaving this pl...ce,” she says, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “I feel I will not be like him, able to escape this place forever.”“He isn’t escaping,” Rick says, cupping her face, his thumb wiping away the drop the falls from her eye. “He’s only trading one prison for another. Besides, you won’t have to be a prisoner here for long. I will take you away from here. I. She felt well satisfied.Agnes lay outstretched, her arms spread and held high over her shoulders, herlegs widespread and, as a centerpeice, her pubic area elevated above and heldhorizontally above the rest of the helpless body by several inches. 'I think that will do, although, perhaps...' Greta paused and picked up acouple of straps, held them up and admired the twin rows of raised metal studson the inside face. Turning back towards Agnes, she bent over and fastenedthem around the upper. ” An unsolicited shiver runs down your spine. You really didn’t like the amount of stress on “Altered”.“Know this. Twenty-four of you have been harvested from your unexceptional lives to participate in something far greater than yourselves.” Glancing around, you notice a bizarre amount of debris strewn around the grassland all around you - antique looking trinkets and childish-looking blowguns, you even spot a bottle of colourful looking pills with the cap off a few yards from your glass box.. The two men neared the southernmost end of the Wies’n, surely close to their destination. Hoffner’s palms itched. He wanted to break something, confident he’d get his wish shortly. The crowds thinned beyond the fun-fair, a thicket of cars and busses parked on the concrete apron. The SS officers paused at the edge of the parking area, swilling their beer apparently without any inkling they were being shadowed. The man without a hat said something to his cohort, his voice carried to where Hoffner.