Wiping her eyes, the blonde and very feminine journalist with a tough streak acted decisively. She went to the study where she emailed her letter of r...signation to the editor of the Morning Star, one of the top daily newspapers in the country where she worked as an associate editor, in charge of the Star Weekender magazine section. She’d also been required to write a couple of ‘editorials’ — the think piece representing the newspaper’s viewpoint — at least twice a week as part of being groomed. It was innocent enough, he supposed, a young girl showing up at Haven, the small but fairly popular and often frequented homeless refuge he operated…he had numbers of men and women appearing at all times to offer their services, saying they wanted to volunteer to cook or clean or council. His staff was made up completely of volunteers, the budget he had to work with, went to purchasing supplies for the shelter, for those that turned to Haven for a decent meal and a place to sleep from time to. I liked Angela. I really liked her when she was in a bad mood. The girl was a trip. And cuddly. It took me about a minute to stop feeling uncomfortable about it when she sat on the crescent-shaped bench with me, leaned into my side, and full on wrapped her arms around me as her head lay comfortably on my shoulder. She'd done this because her previous pillow, Seth, had gotten up to bowl with Meg. It was just the four of us tonight."I should just bite her or something," Angela was saying. I. Her terrified eyes dart about her as she senses something near, something waiting. A shoe scuffs the stone, coming at her from all directions at once."You have to help."Cassie's gaze turns towards the bottom of the cage. She shrieks and stumbles backwards when she gazes at the haggard face and haunted eyes of the prisoner."Please ... please help me, Cassie..."Cassie shakes her head. Her lips tremble as she struggles to give voice to her shock. "But ... y-you can't ... you can't be Stephanie...".