The sound of voices filtered down, the ceiling creaking as people paced upstairs. I counted the cages around me, though I couldn't see all the occupan...s because of various obstacles. There were, counting mine, twelve.Eleven humans were taken from various clubs over the past two months, I thought to myself, comprehension dawning. Eleven other cages; this can't be a coincidence.At some point, the door opened again, bringing with it a bulky Werewolf and food. He slid the shallow bowls into the. ”“I’ll get right on it.”“Judge, if you’d hold up a minute, I want the three of you to hear this together.” The Judge was surprised at this, on top of Abram’s earlier statement, but he just nodded and stood waiting. Turning to the FBI agent, he said, “Agent, please forgive me, but I cannot remember your name.”“Elliott McAdams, Mister Abrams.”“Agent McAdams. I need you to call your boss, and for him to go as high up the food chain as possible. We need help here, both from the FBI, and the Justice. I now realized I was wanting him to take advantage of the situation, I was open to his advances, there would be no reprimands or objections, I was open to be felt-up, groped or what-ever term meant, 'Work your Woody here'.He must have been reading my mind at that point in time because I felt his hand across my buttocks and I stood firm in my spot as he pressed closer into me. It was a nice feeling that snugly fitted in between the length of my buttocks, firm and thick, warm, generating its own. His pants were dark gray, and he had wore black loafers. Everything looked brand new, as if he had just put it on for the first time a few mintues before.He was somewhat shorter than I. The hint of a smile played about his lips as if he had just heard a joke and was smiling now in the most natural way. I took a deep breath. Here I was in my room with two dead bodies. The air on the room was chilling and smelled of the dead body corpus. I began to explain the situation, but he gave his head a.