So, it had not been a terrible, terrible dream. It had all been real!
Marie Havinga broke down, and asked why the one true God had withdrawn his mercy and made her live. Suddenly she heard a distinctive whistle like one in a plant or a shipyard.
Deo raised his head and saw that his companion had awakened. He approached her carrying a formidable hunting knife. Marie tried not to look at him, and concentrated instead on a peculiar picture on the wall behind him.
He put the knife to her throat. "You're going to treat me very nice," he said, "Or you're going to die very slowly."
Suddenly, Marie recognized her only chance for survival. It required drawing on a submerged part of herself, a part that she wanted to save for a true love
She forced a smile and prayed it looked genuine. "Don't w
