Randall stands at your elbow. He claps you on the shoulder. “Very nicely done. I believe you have found a home with us. Help me.” You and Randall lead the unresisting thugs over to the table where the Family waits. The patriarch looks them over. “Yes, they will do excellently.” Following Randall, you lead the three into the prep room, where the prep cooks begin stripping them of their clothes. And their skin. The only sound they make is a detached and powerless whimpering. “Corrie says I should give you a raise. And more hours.” He smiles, and you feel the corners of your mouth turn up in response. It turned out to be the perfect job for you.
The Beginning.
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