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yearning to weep, yet could not, aware of the shackle that was still clamped firmly on his ankle. He rattled the chain, testing it. His mind, once so dull and animal-like in its bloodlust was now clearing. Again, he touched his lower belly, just where a profusion of pubic hair grew dark brown and inched up toward his navel in what his fiancée once called his ‘happy trail.’ He explored it, finding the round indention that had somehow healed over, which puzzled him greatly. The erection he toyed with while dreaming wilted as he recalled his last moments of life with Phaedra.
    Lee knew what he had done, but felt only a small prickle of remorse, which didn’t last long. Earlier, he yearned to weep, but that urge too, fell by the wayside. Before he met Phaedra, Lee was a courier for the US Calvary, and his concerns were simple: how to avoid Comanche raiders and if his fiancée Maggie was making time with the fancy lawyer who lived next door. Those concerns died when he met Phaedra, and now new thoughts entered his mind: when the next feeding time was, and how he could get to Phaedra. Phaedra who sang to him in his sleep, whose matchless beauty made him crave far more than the daily bloodlettings. And yes, Lee thought, his mind as bright and clear as the moon smiling down upon him, I will go to you, my beloved Phaedra. But not to sleep with you, but to put you back into the ground where you belong.
    At some point Lee dosed. He lay on his side in a fetal position, resting in the healing moonlight that caressed him and turned his once tanned body into alabaster. He rested, half asleep, yearning for Phaedra, aching for her; not to bed her, but to drive an iron stake through her pretty little head and impale her into the cliffs painted with alien stick figures. He licked his lips, tasted dried blood, and despite his desire to kill her, his manhood rose. He reached down and soothed it.
    A soft sigh came from the far corner of the room. Someone, his newborn instincts told him, had slipped into the room. It wasn’t Phaedra but someone else: someone warm and fresh and filled with hot young blood.
    In an instant he was on his feet. He rushed toward the slave girl hiding in the shadows, but the chain reminded him he was being kept on a leash, and like a dog that had ventured to the limits of his chain, he too was yanked backwards. He launched himself at her again, yet she did not move. He couldn’t quite reach her, not quite, but he could touch her cheek with his fingertips. And she, being unafraid, stood her ground.
    His hunger did not include her, he realized, at least not the kind of hunger that allowed him to drain four strong men in a matter of minutes. Already erect, Lee felt himself growing harder, and she, unashamed, watched. The girl pressed herself against the wall and let her eyes move upward to his. She bit down on her knuckle, her eyes lowering to gaze again upon his erection.
    “You’re not scared of me,” Lee whispered, his voice raspy as if he had just recovered from Whooping Cough.
    “No,” she said.
    Lee ran his tongue over his lips. “You know what she did to me don’t you?”
    The girl nodded.
    Lee looked her up and down, appraising her. Her eyes were large and expressive, her body curvy and luscious underneath the slave’s rags she wore. Lee was certain she’d taste like fresh picked blackberries.
    “You’re the girl from the kitchen,” he recalled.
    She nodded, never taking her eyes from him.
    “What’s your name little girl?” he asked.
    “Livvy.”
    “And sweet Livvy of the blackberries,” he said, his tone seductive, “are you sure you’re not scared of me?”
    Livvy shook her head.
    Lee placed one hand on the wall near her head, and traced the curve of her ample breast with the tip of his finger. He leaned forward as close as the chain allowed. Livvy did not move. “I’m the big bad wolf,” he whispered, “and pretty little girls shouldn’t come into the wolf’s lair unless