Josephine quietly waited because Zion would come to her cell every night.
Josephine’s cell was nicely furnished and she got the best treatment. The only shortcomings were the lack of sunlight and freedom.
After Zion entered the room, Josephine rose to her feet mechanically and took off her coat, revealing her fair arms.
Numerous sizes of pinpricks dotted her arms.
Zion took out an empty syringe without a word, piercing her skin with it. Blood started to fill the syringe’s barrel before long.
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