… “I likes the sound they makes when I does it. Always did gi’ me the ’orn, that. Lucky I don’t give you some extras, boy, but business is business. You’ve been bought, Sambo. You’ve no idea how lucky you are; no clue what’s going on. From now on you do what you’re told.”

“Hey!” I yelped, as Frank grabbed my left wrist and held it tight. He was strong. He yanked it out straight towards him, pushing my sleeve up roughly to expose my forearm. The image of Frank’s zombie woman flashed through my mind, and the new girl, just for a split second. I wriggled to get away and he slapped me so hard I went dizzy.

“It starts now, nigger boy.” Frank took the syringe from the table and pressed the antique looking screw-on needle to my arm. …