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recorded height and weight, her hair and eye color, and her blood type. She flipped through the stack of pages until she reached one entitled: Blood Test Results. She scanned through the lines of text but there were no results. Just a list of dates and beside each one the words: Results recorded in main file at Concordia.
    "Concordia," she said aloud. The name struck a chord deep within her. She didn't have time to investigate further.
    The lock clicked open.
    She slammed the folder shut, sprinted around the desk and hopped back to her seat. She hoped the Minister wouldn't notice the skewed files, or her flushed cheeks.
    The gaunt man entered and closed the door behind him. Sam's eyes grew wide as the Minster took the small gold key in his hand and locked the door from the inside. Her heartbeat quickened, and she cursed herself for not trying harder to find a weapon.
    The Minister glided across the room, but instead of returning to his seat across from her, he moved behind her and placed a thin, hand on each of her shoulders. Sam shuddered at his touch.
    "Miss Albright, we find ourselves in quite the predicament," he said in a whisper.
    "What would that be?" Sam concentrated on keeping her voice steady.
    The Minister massaged her shoulders and the overwhelming urge to vomit returned. The thick fabric of the coveralls, which always felt too hot during the summer months, now seemed paper thin.
    "You created quite the scene, Miss Albright. A scene that is now burned into the minds of my citizens." His hands kneaded the muscles in her shoulders for a quick second before moving down her neckline and under the protection of the coveralls.
    She wanted to run as the ice-cold skin of his fingertips pressed against hers. But she didn't. Too much was at stake for her to make an irrational decision. Jordan's life hung in the balance of her decisions. And so did hers. She took a deep breath and clenched her jaw shut.
    "My advisors tell me this can have detrimental effects on the city." He rubbed the top of her chest and his hands inched lower with every word.
    The tears Sam had hidden from him now fell down her pale cheeks. She glanced at the door but knew there would be no escape. Troy had locked the door and even if she somehow got it open, how many soldiers would be waiting on the other side? She closed her eyes as the Minister's hands reached the top of her breasts.
    "My advisers tell me there is just one scenario that will reverse the damage you've caused."
    "Please," Sam pleaded. "Please don't do this."
    "Oh, but you've done this to yourself, my dear." His hands moved even lower, and he cupped her breasts. "Normally, we would begin the coupling process for you and your boyfriend. But you embarrassed me today. And no one embarrasses me."
    Sam stood and tried to push the old man away, but the Minister kept a firm lock on her chest. He kicked the chair out from between them and pushed her against the desk. He continued to grope her and bent her over the desk. A bulge protruded from under his coat and he grinded it against her.
    "Please," she begged again, no longer able to hide the tears in her voice.
    "Shut your goddamn mouth," he hissed and grabbed her breasts hard.
    Sam gasped as pain shot through her chest. The Minister's hands pawed at her chest and panic flooded through her. He would rape her. He would kill her. She was sure of it. She squirmed away and faced him. He advanced, and she shoved him hard in the bony chest. He fell back a step and grinned.
    "I've called for another town square meeting," he said. "Tomorrow morning, you will show the citizens that your loyalty lies with the Ministry and to me. You will beg me on your knees for forgiveness. And I will show mercy and accept. Tonight, however, you can beg and plead all you want," he paused and eyed her from head to toe, "tonight, I will be merciless."
    He took a step forward, but Sam lifted a trembling hand and he hesitated.
    "And if I don't?" she asked. "If I don't