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Morgan’s voice goes more down from her usual timbre, “Why are they keeping you in the same accommodation with men?”
“As if this makes any difference, sweetheart,” Loran lowers her head and half-closes them with her hand in a gesture of tired desperation.
Morgan lowers her voice to almost whisper and starts talking fast.
“I am a journalist. Tell me what’s going on here! Are you being forced to be here against your will?”
“Against my will?” Loran laughs tiredly and answers in a melancholic whisper, “I already got used to this prison. It’s what they do with my body saddens me.”
“What?!” Morgan’s eyes now shine with indignation and righteousness.
“They rape me.” Tears shine in Loran’s eyes. “These men,” she points to Vince and Valdemar. “They are real animals and they do it every day.” Tears now start rolling from her eyes. “Help me, child! Help me, let me out of here!”
Morgan casts as a quick look around. The two vamps sat in their corresponding corners looking docile, indifferent, and gloomy.
This was too much for her, who was already pumped out for a fight. She turns to Adam slowly. Her eyes cast lightning.
“This isn’t just evidence of the toxic masculinity, not only evidence of male chauvinism. This is the direct evidence of consistent rape!”
“What do you mean, honey?”
“Don’t you honey me, buster!” Morgan screams.
“Don’t scream,” Adam begs, “security might come here.”
“I don’t care!” Morgan turns her head back to Loran. Loran moves her face as close as possible to Morgan’s face with only thick plastic separating them.
“Help me! Help me, please! Save me!” she whispers with desperation.
The Window
“This woman is continually being raped! You got that you stupid twit! Raped! You and your co-conspirators are a bunch of criminals. Oh… I won’t let it slide! You all are going to jail!”
“Morgan, get a hold of yourself!” Adam tries to grab Morgan’s hands and looks into her eyes, ”This is not a woman. This is a vamp, you understand, sweetheart, a vamp!”
“Get your hands off me, you, lying son of a bitch! I can see through your stupid measly misogynistic fables!”
“I am not, Morgan, and these are no fables. These,” Adam pointed somewhere inside the vivarium, “these creatures they are not people! Please trust me!”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Give me the keys you, you, you…” she is in outrage looking for a good insult – “you stupid twat!”
“But I can’t. I don’t even have access.”
“Open the sleeve? I said! Open it!”
“No, Morgan, I can’t. It is not allowed!”
“Not allowed!” Morgan makes two quick steps toward the sleeve and pushes the side button. The sleeve falls off and now only a small window in thick plexiglass now separated her from Loren.
The sleeve
“Give me your hand, child,” Loran stretches her hands toward Morgan with the look of deep sadness on her face. “I want to feel your warm handshake, to feel the pulse of an amiable soul!”
“Don’t!” cried Adam frantically, “You cannot give your hand to vamps unless it is through a sleeve!”
Morgan looks at Adam with the contempt and moves her hand through the plastic glass opening. The first thought of Adam is to rush toward her and pull her away, but realizing that it was too late, he stops at his tracks and turns his head away.
In the meanwhile, Loran grabbed Morgan’s palm at first gently but then quickly slid up to her forearm, pulls her hand deeper in the opening so that Morgan’s head was against the opening on the outside the plastic glass partition. Then, almost instantly, Loran sinks her second hand into the opening and grabs dense Morgan’s hair at their roots. Morgan screams and tries to break away, but it is too late. With incredible force, Loran pulls Morgan’s entire body through the opening, tearing away her left hand and parts of her hips that didn’t fit in the opening. At that moment, the two remaining vampires jump through the air and all of them are tearing Morgan’s body apart and drank her squirting blood.
After that, Vampires settle each in their corner of the vivarium. The pieces of torn-apart Morgan's body are scattered around the floor of the vivarium on the vamp’s side. The look of it, as the look of Morgan’s left hand with torn chunks of meat and ligaments on this side of the plastic glass partition, makes Adam feel dizzy. His hands shake. Thoughts feverishly shudder in his head.
“What should I do?” Adam squatted encircling his knees and dipping his face into his knees. “I should get the grip of myself. I should get a grip. I should clean up all this mess on the floor. They will blame me. No, they can’t. It’s clearly not my fault! It’s Morgan’s fault. I warned her. I tried to prevent her from doing this. I screamed at her. I told her not to get close to the vamps. Morgan, Morgan! O’ God!”
Storsky gets up, grabs the pair of surgical gloves that stand on the table near the plastic glass partition, and pulls them on. Then he looks with disgust at the torn away hand and the bloody chunks – all that remains of Morgan on this side of the partition, quickly grabs it and pushes it through the narrow window to the vampire side and spits on the floor. He is pale and feels like vomiting.
