Lesley hammered feebly against the Chinese woman’s thumb with one fist; his other arm, swollen and purple and bound in Band-Aids to a pen cartridge, hung uselessly and swung at the jaws that opened before him.

“Please, don’t,” he whimpered. “Please don’t eat me… I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take it.” His head swam in and out of concentration, as days of sleep deprivation and high fever took their toll. Even his time with YourSweetLuv, this gentle and caring young woman, wasn’t enough to help him recuperate. His body needed nutrition and sleep to begin to repair itself after everything he’d endured, and he wasn’t getting much of either.