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easy to enjoy the food with Pamela right behind him moaning as if she was being serviced by five men, but he ate the food anyway. He had no idea when he would have the chance to eat again, so he ate as much as he could. After a few minutes, he had to finally admit all the noise made it impossible to enjoy any of it. He threw the fork down onto the tray and turned to see how on earth the woman could be having so much damn fun with only ten fingers at her disposal.
    When Wade turned, Pamela pulled her fingers out and crawled across the bed toward him. “Feel more like talking now?”
    Wade tried to nod but for some reason he was suddenly feeling dizzy. He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. When he fell backwards onto the bed, Pamela giggled. She kissed him and he tried pushing her off but his arms refused to move. The last thing he remembered was her unzipping his jeans.
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    “Why don’t we just kill him? I hate the dirty little bastard.”
    Even at four years old, Wade knew better than to open his eyes. It was just another long night to survive. Besides, he already knew the horrors awaiting him on the other side of the rocking bed. Ever since the death of his mother, Wade had no one who was capable of protecting him from his father or the black, seven-horned man. Even if he had been brave enough to tell another adult of the terror he faced each and every night, they would have never believed him.
    The sly, raspy voice sent a wave of chills down Wade’s spine when the seven-horned man finally did answer Wade’s father. “You’re much too impatient. I have plans for your son. Death is too easy. It would only release his young soul into the light. What good is he to us then?” You lose your bed partner and I lose my soul.”
    When his father groaned Wade finally dared to open one eye, but quickly shut it again when he saw why his father was groaning.
    After several long moments and the bed shaking so hard Wade thought it would surely break apart, his father asked, “What do you plan on doing with him then?”
    Wade held his breath and waited. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he would surely die. Not that death scared him. Surely it was better than this. There was nothing in his life he considered good any longer. All he really had were the hours before the pain and the hours after, knowing there was nothing to stop his father’s vile torment.
    “Your son has something I want, but I have all the time in the world to wait for it.”
    When bed stopped rocking, Wade waited and prayed to die, but of course death refused to release him from what was waiting for him in the darkness.
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    Wade jerked awake leaving the nightmare behind and a roar of longing for Morgan shot through him. His head pounded and the light blasting through the open curtains caused his stomach to heave. He blinked several times before finally crawling out of bed and pulling the drapes together so the room was no longer bathed in the bright light. The darkness didn’t help the pain in his head very much, but at least he could see without black spots clouding his vision. With the excess light taken care of, he stumbled back to the bed and sat on its edge trying to remember where he was. More importantly, he wondered why he was naked.
    The sight of his jeans pooled near the edge of the bed brought flashbacks of Pamela pulling them off.
    Feeling as if he was going to be sick, Wade cradled his head in between his hands. It was only then he noticed the blood between his thighs. He pulled at his skin until he found the carved numbers. It was hard to see in the darkened room what the numbers were. She must have put something in his food to knock him out. What did she do to him after he blacked out? Was Pamela some kind of vampire nut job or something? He knew there were people out there who practiced all sorts of things, but he’d never encountered any of them until now.
    He stood and slipped his jeans on. He had no idea