The picture taking had stopped.Just as she was about to open her eyes, Sarah whispered. "Em, does your hand need any help down there?"Emma’s eyes op...ened widely with a stare, fixed on Sarah.Sarah’s focus was solely on Emma’s hand; the one down her knickers. The camera was held loosely in her right hand; not even pointing in Emma’s direction anymore. Sarah’s breathing was just as heavy as Emma’s but she exercised a little more control.Aware of Emma’s stare, Sarah looked into Emma’s eyes.Emma. "The pages settle, and as they resume their spell, the man starts growling, emitting a low, menacing, guttural sound. His face becomes terrifying as he continues to contort in pain. I need to do something, Sara thinks, they're going to kill him!Looking around at what is close to her, she picks up some rocks and hurls them in their direction, distracting them, not knowing what she'll do when they react. "Who the fuck is there?" Clara yells out. "Continue the spell, Rose. There's more than just. .'fucking pervert' he said to himself and then began to drift off to sleep.Suddenly his eyes were open and he looked in horror at the figure standing at the end of the bed. He couldn't make out a face,the figure was wearing a long habit and had the hood pulled up over it's head.Dean opened his mouth to yell or alert Rachel,but no sound came out.The image at the foot of the bed said nothing.Dean couldn't see a face,there was just a black mass under the hood. Then the figure raised a hand and the. ”“If I give you them I’m condemning millions of people to their tyranny.”“If you don’t you’re condemning this man to our tyranny,” said Antonella.“One man for all of humanity. I’d consider it a good trade.”Antonella increased the pain.“Don’t you care about him!?” Antonella shouted.“Not really,” replied Frank. “But I’m interested in how you’re doing that. Did your genie give you some powers?”“That’s not what we’re discussing.”“It’s just that minus the Secretary General over there, I count 5 of.