"Sleep, sleep," the Djinn murmured almost tenderly as he drank their blood.
These two were fighting. Somehow they knew. She would die soon and her struggle would be over. He would last much longer; be food for days and days yet to come.
The monster caressed the man's cheek with a blue glowing hand. "Sleep, sleep" again the soft exhortation. The man settled deeper into his dream.
Still the captive was restless. The Djinn was surprised. Even the man's deepest desires gave him no peace.
This one would give up all his dreams to save the woman captive. So strange.