Bob woke up to a knock on the door. He looked at his cheap old watch. It was 3:00 in the morning and Bob was in no fit state to talk to people. His valet was fast asleep, pants off, so Bob put on some random clothes. He knew who was at the door. He managed to open it on his own, with some difficulties, and found himself fallen at the door due to it.
"Get up"
The vykers' voice was absolute, and carried no emotion. Bob knew what was to come, and was ready. He hoped. He rose from the floor, and was met with a Snuzi pointed at his chest. He knew that they were actually lethal and so did the vyker. The lungs of a non-smoker glukkon were as valuable as they were rare, and this wasn't the first harvesting attempt.
"Come with me"
It was not a question. The vyker, Harris, was not in the mood for negotiating.
"I don't think that would be a possible, Harris".
Bob was hit around the head with harris' weapon. He fell to the floor, and hacked up some blood. Bob then looked at his pet fleech, Morris and used his teeth to open his cage.
"What are you doing?"
Harris looked down. His eyes did not show shock. They showed fear. A tounge shot towards his face. He screamed.
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