I start to fight again. I writhe against the ropes binding me to the chair. There's no give, no give at all.

I close my eyes tight but I can tell from the rasp and shuffle of the man's skin that he's getting closer. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my neck from the other side. I open my eyes and it's Amun's look alike. He concentrates as he slices one thumbnail into my neck and holds a test tube to the stream of hot blood that pours out.

"At this point, Gerald has no ...