Thomas lay immobile on the cold floor. He was stripped naked and large, colorless gashes were carved into him where they'd drained the blood from his body. His skin was wrinkled and translucent, and clung to his bones like a rotting corpse. His shrunken lips pulled away from his shiny teeth. Inside the shriveled face, his eyes darted around in terror. It was like looking at a memory of Michael, only worse.

Joseff grabbed one of the rusty buckets. He poured the crimson contents ...