Sam grasped the charcol and began to write, his hand scraping furiously over the newspaper.  He had a certain intensity about him as he wrote, trying to capture together the fractured bits of his mind.  He stopped after covering the newspaper in blocky, somewhat broken letters, bringing together his message.<strong>"I know you're going to kill me, and I've accepted that.  How many other people have you treated like this?  How many have written a final contract like this?  I've decided to stop resisting, to become a willing participant in all this.  I'm going to give myself to you, body mind and soul.  I'll help you cover up my death, write a suicide note or something.  I do have one request though.  I have a girlfreind (address and contact information follows) I want you to torture and kill her as well.  I'll even help you do it, if you want to keep me alive that long." </strong>The meandering thin lines of text ended, and Sam handed the newsprint to Thorn, feeling himself flushed with a strange feverish heat.