“Perspiration ran down Phoenix’s flushed face, beading on his skin. His eyes glistened with the pain that racked his body. Gemma stared at him with respect. Not once had he cried nor begged for them to stop. He had gritted his teeth, clenched his jaw and taken every god damn thing that they had done. The Humans were pathetic – their victims a small child, a sixteen-year-old boy and a pregnant woman. Gemma’s.”
