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“I should kill you right now…but that would be far too kind for a man that likes to put his hands on women,” I whisper into his face, watching as his eyes bulge out of his head, and lips turn blue. I can hear the gurgling in his throat as I tighten my hold.
“I saw the bruises…I heard the stories. You aren’t going to heaven sick fuck, you’re going to hell and I’m going to put you there,” I snarl, wanting to rip his heart out of his fucking chest. His fingers wrap around my hand in a idiotic attempt to stop me. I want to laugh in his face, but I don’t.
My hands shake with rage, and my fingers dig into his flesh. I feel hands on me, pulling at my arms. No body else in the room moves, most likely because they know they’ll die if they do.
“Come on, Roman. Let him go. You can kill him once we get the information we need.” Damon’s voice somehow reaches my subconscious and I release the bastard, shoving his pathetic body to the floor.
Sophie. Do it for Sophie. I tell myself as my body vibrates with rage. I’ve never wanted to kill someone as badly as I want to kill him.
“I’ll tell you what I know,” he rasps, still gasping for air. “But these men aren’t going to stop, they want the same amount of girls every year and they’re not going to accept any less. They’ll kill all of you.”
That statement makes me blink, and turns my blood to ice as I realize what he just said. Girls?
I glance around the room, and find the other guys just as shocked and disgusted as I’m feeling.
“What the fuck do you mean by the same amount of girls? Are you fuckers seriously selling off girls on a regular? Where are you getting them?” Hero’s voice cuts through the room, anger reflecting in the tone of his voice. It rises with each question till he’s all but screaming.
“Let’s keep our heads men.” Xander says, no emotions whatsoever to his voice. “Joseph answer his question. What kind of sick fucks sells off their own daughters? How regularly are you doing this kind of business?”
Joseph’s body trembles as if he knows what’s going to happen when starts to talk, “It wasn’t just my idea…It started out small, and then…they just kept coming back demanding more, and more.”
“It really wasn’t just his…” Another man starts talking and Xander lifts his gun, pointing it right at the guy. He pulls the trigger without hesitation and the sound echoes off the walls and right through me.
“I really hate when people don’t follow my directions…” Xander seems more annoyed than anything and I’m partially glad he’s here to keep us on track. Joseph looks like he’s going to be sick, and I part of me hope he barfs so I can tell him to eat it off the ground.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer my questions and then I’m going to start killing people left and right. Innocent or not…I don’t give a fuck. There blood will on your hands.”
“They are not our daughters, okay? We are not selling our own flesh and blood!” He yells as if he is defending himself and I find myself grabbing my gun.
“What are you talking about?” I growl at him.
“Sophie is not my daughter, we adopted her. Just like we do with all the other girls we sell. We either find them in homeless shelters or we adopt them from the over-populated foster homes. I would never sell my own daughter,” he says it like he is sitting on some little thrown, like he’s done nothing wrong at all, like selling people against their fucking will isn’t illegal.
“We raise them, give them a good home for a few years and then we let them go,” he speaks as if he is doing a good deed, as if he is proud of himself.
“You let them go…? And by that I’m assuming you mean you sell them into prostitution or into the auctions? Cause let’s be honest no one is going to miss them when they are dead, right?” Damon speaks for the first time.
Joseph nods his head slowly, as if admitting it out loud bothers him.
“I know you probably don’t know who I am,” Xander says. “But I can assure you, I’ve done some things that would make a grown man cry, cringe, vomit, but you…” He shakes his head and I can see the emotions swirling in his eyes. “This must be the most disgusting and disturbing thing I’ve ever heard in my life, and if you knew my father you would know that I’ve seen and heard some pretty bad shit.” Xander still has his gun trained on Joseph and I have half a mind to ask him to pull the trigger, but I need this information.
