Oh yes, he thought, his beady eyes gleaming a little too much. She would be perfect for the program. Tall and slender with light brown skin. He licked his lips in anticipation. He watched her gather the items needed to tend to his wound, which she then handed to him through the bars without a word. Yes, he thought with relish, she would be an excellent addition and given the time he felt certain he could integrate her into the fold, after all Chase had a special knack with women. Father Roth had recognized his abilities with the weaker sex and placed him as overseer of the program. More important than this promotion, in his mind, was that he had been granted special privileges. Privileges that no other disciple had been given and being they came from the Father, he felt it was his duty to exercise his rights on a regular basis. The women didn’t mind. Not that he cared what they minded, because if they did, well then a leather belt was very useful in adjusting the most stubborn of attitudes.
