The basement becomes still and I can hear a few sniffles here and there, but for the most part everything has died down. I can hear papers shuffling every now and then, telling me Henry is still in his office and that suits me just fucking fine.
I head down the stairs and cut a quick left at the bottom, entering a room designed for pleasure or torture, depending on the person's perspective. This is Henry's pleasure room and it's his sex slaves' torture room.
I look around and fucking almost lose it when I see swings and chains all over, blood still along their surfaces. Then I hear a whimper and see about twenty people and children crammed into a cage that's no more than eight feet across and ten in length.
I hold my finger to my mouth, praying they listen, and slowly creep towards them. A woman comes forward, a child clutched to her thigh, and reaches her hand out.
"We just want to go home," she whispers.
"I know," I nod. "I'm here to help, I just need you to be very quiet. Okay?"
She nods.
"Can you pass it along to everyone? To please stay calm and quiet?" I ask her and she nods once again then disappears through the throng.
I back away and look along the adjacent wall seeing a ton of floggers, whips, and just about every sexual torture device you can think of. Even big ass strap on dongs.
The guy is a fucking parasite and I can't wait to give him a taste of what he's been dishing out for decades.
I walk back to the cage and the woman stands there wide eyed and shaking. "Everyone is going to be quiet," she whispers.
"Perfect," I nod and notice a huge padlock on the door. I look around and find a huge set of keys sitting on the table, this fucking guy is just so sure of himself.
I grab the keys and unlock the gate. "I need you all to go back up the way you came. Wait for me on the far left of the front gates. Stay together and I will be out when I'm done. Understood?"
She nods and murmurs the instructions to the rest.
"Be very quiet," I remind them as they begin to shuffle out in a single file.
I watch as they head up the stairs, back out the way they came, and then I go back inside the torture room, lifting myself up to the table, waiting for Henry.
He doesn't keep me waiting long at all, I bet the fucker wanted to come in here and begin his torture, and I thank the fucking stars everyone was quick and efficient.
He strides in and stops suddenly when he sees me lounging on the table.
"Selene?" His brows crash together and his eyes shift quickly to the cage.
When he sees it empty, his eyes snap back to mine. "What the fuck did you do?"
"No Henry," I tsk as I hop off the table. "What the fuck have you done?"
His face turns beet red and he bares his teeth as he storms towards me. I whip my gun out of my pocket and point it right between his fucking eyes.
"Now, now," I grin at him, "take it easy. Let's have a little chat."
"Where is my fucking shipment?” He snarls as he stares down the barrel of my gun.
"Where is my fucking sister?" I exclaim and his eyes widen at my very first show of emotion. “Don't push me Henry, I want you to die, and it would be so fucking easy to squeeze this trigger and watch your head explode."
His hands slowly begin to rise, like the dumb fucker just figured out I'm fucking serious, and I roll my eyes.
"What sister, Selene?" His voice becomes eerily calm, like he's trying to soothe me.
"Her name was Jan," I narrow my gaze on him. "Sold by a meth addict woman for a thousand dollars."
"Look, I have my ledger out on my desk," he points behind him towards the office. “I'll help you, but I need you to bring everyone back."
"Wrong answer!" I sing-song and aim the gun to his knee, pulling the trigger.