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   We froze as dark ,machete wielding figures filled the streets. People and animals screamed in terror and scattered in every direction. We tried to take refuge in one of the shops but we were surrounded. They showed no mercy to the Catamites, beheading them in front of us and filling the air with fountains of blood. When they put their blades to our throats, we thought we were next.

   “Enemies of the family!”, one of them croaked as it grabbed my chin and slapped me across the face. “You are spared only because Vivian wants you!”
   The dogs were backed into a corner of a shop snarling and barking. “For God’s sake, get out of here!”, I yelled. “Get back to the ship and bring help!” They took to the air as Catamite blood splashed around them. They were safe at least, I thought. They’ll get help.
   Our arms were bound, our legs were shackled, our ears plugged, and our mouths gagged. The last thing I saw was a hood thrown over my head. It was suffocating. My senses swam. I was terrified. I was dragged and shoved for what seemed like hours. I was forced up stairs and thrown down. The roar of engines and lifting motion told me I was on a plane. I could barely catch a breath under the hood. I couldn’t tell if Conrad was with me or not. I lost all sense of time. Finally, the whine of the engine lowered, the plane jerked and the wheels screeched. I was dragged down the stairs and pulled and pushed through gravel and dirt.
   One of the creatures pulled loose an earplug. “We’re here, you filthy pervert. You’re Catamites. We know that. We’ll have our fun when Vivian is finished with you. We always get the leftovers. I wonder what part of you I’ll cut off first?”