"Sammy!"

Sam sat up in fear as he heard the footsteps coming downstairs. Sitting ont he bare mattress, he scooted back against the wall, as far as he could get from the cage's door. He had been here for three days. His captor making a nightly appearance telling him about his dealings with a witch.

"I got it, Sammy. The witch finally gave me the potion. I inject you with this, and you will do everything I tell you."

"No. Please." Sam begged. "Please just let me go."

His captor turned the key in the lock. Sam stood up. His hands were chained in front of him and his leg shackled to the wall, but he would do what he could. He flung himself at his captor. His captor grabbed him into a hug and plunged the syringe into his neck.

Sam sank down to the floor and sobbed. His captor knelt next to him. "Come now, Sammy. You don't want to leave us do you? You don't want to go to college?"

"No, Dad," he answered.

"You want to hunt forever?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Good," John said, as he patted his youngest son on the cheek and freed him from his shackles. "This is how it was meant to be."

John lifted Sam to his feet and Sam followed him meekly out the door. His mind a complete blank.