I smoked pot a couple of times. It was fun. But it was even harder than smoking cigarettes and it was so damned expensive!The things I did were just s...illy kid things. I didn't steal. I didn't do anything to hurt people. I had some friends that were borderline criminals I suppose. And it was largely their fault that I spent so much time doing things I shouldn't. I guess I was more amenable to peer pressure than was good for me.But I wasn't a bad person. Hell! I'm still a virgin! I'm not all that. By then, after a full year of receiving clips from my mystery mailer, I knew Dana's entire life's story and had a fairly good guess now as to what was going on.Dana had finished her law degree with honors at Marshall, and was nearly their youngest graduate ever. While there, she got herself heavily involved in the affairs of a fringe ultra-feminist association, which in the spirit of Andrea Dworkin, considered any and all forms of consensual sexual intercourse to be rape. Soon Dana was. There’s still Aya, my little sister!I ran up the staircase two at a time. Running through the hallway of the second floor, I stopped in front of a door with ‘Aya’ written on the plaque that hung in front of the door. I opened the door with what must’ve been a smiling face, full of hope.“Aya, I’m ba-”There was nothing there in the room. The little wooden bed where I used to read fairytales to her before sleep was now dull and broken. The glass window had a hole in it, the culprit of which I. “Don’t push it,” said Frank.“It may interest you to know that we have several hundred million people under our power,” said Antonella. “You will relinquish Asrah to us or these people will experience Hell.”“And now it comes out. Torturing one man is bad enough, but you’re willing to make millions of people suffer to meet your ends. And you wonder why I want to eliminate your kind.”“It’s your choice, Mr Johnson. We don’t want to hurt anyone, but we will if we have to.”“Fine then. Take Asrah. Do.