Chapter 85 Finding The Prison
Calhoun's POV
To think this place has been here and we've walked past it several times.
My body is already invigorating for war as we take the lift down. underground.
Jack is truly a sick person. It's obvious he's spent several years working on this place because it's really wide and spacious. It's dark so my men are making use of the torchlight they're holding.
There are skeletons of dead people wrapped in torn dresses and pinned to the walls, as the lift keeps lunging downward.
"That guy is creepier than I ever thought," someone mutters.
My mind drifts over to Kristen and I hope he hasn't laid a finger on her.
Bruce assured me that Jack would never hurt Kristen, but the things I am taking count of is making me rather disturbed.
The lift takes us sixteen feet down before it stops.
"This is even worse than we thought," Bruce has his eyes raised in their sockets as he points ahead of us.
There, we see several cages merged together, over two hundred. And inside, are asleep females.
"Fuck me," Bruce hisses as he looks around him. I can tell he's
shocked to finally see all the missing women here.
There's a huge chandelier in the middle, spinning around and
flashing several lights at these women.
They're asleep because they think it's already nighttime when it's mid-afternoon outside.
To think these women have been locked in here and deprived of broad daylight stirs up this indescribable feeling inside of me.
"What should we do? Help them or find Jack?" Bruce asks me this question with his eyes raised in their sockets.
"We'll get to that, First I need to find Kristen," I tell him because my mate is the only person I can think about right now, even though every other woman is as important and needs to be rescued from here.
"I don't think she's here," Bruce says after a few minutes run by.
"What do you mean?" I fasten my gaze to him.
"I've looked through every cage and I can't find her," Bruce informs me with a slight look of fear, as if he thinks Kristen has been killed by Jack.
"Look, there's an empty cage up there." Someone else flashes his torchlight to the cage.
"Maybe that's where he kept Kristen before." Says Bruce.
"Alpha Calhoun, wait!" Bruce yells when he sees me running in a different direction.
And his shout suddenly wakes a few women. And there's more until they're all awake.
"I'll take it that you all have very keen ears," he addresses them with a small smile.
"Are you real?" Someone asks him.
"Yes, yes," Bruce nods.
"Please help us, help us." Everywhere I turn to, someone is stretching out her hand to me.
"How the fuck did he kidnap and traumatized all these women?" Bruce asks no one in particular as he looks around him. Judging from the look on his face, he's already sickened to his guts.
"He's a real Psycho, Calhoun." Bruce continues, upon seeing the faces of the women he had tried finding for their families and lovers.
"We need to make him die a slow and painful death." Bruce grits out, looking completely pissed off.
While I remain silent, still scanning through the cages with the torchlight in my hand.
"Did you see him taking a young woman?" I ask a smallish and sickly woman whose cage is nearest to my standing spot.
She's quiet as she observes me and from the look in her eyes, she's been through a lot here.
"Promise me you'll get me out of here and I'll tell you everything you need to know. I've been here for five years." She says at last.
"Fuck me!" Bruce almost yells, after hearing her last line.
Staying here and seeing all their faces is traumatizing enough and I wonder how it's been for Kristen. How she's been able to cope with all of this?
"I'll get you all out of here," I assure them, taking off my hood.
"Oh my god, look, it's Alpha Calhoun." Someone squeals, pointing at me. And then there's more of the screaming and calling out to me.
"Alpha Calhoun!"
"Thank God you're here!"
I feel completely bad for them, upon knowing a lot of them have been here for years.
Almost all of them recognize me even when I don't, but I can tell most of them are from my pack and other neighboring packs.
To think Jack has been kidnapping women from my pack over the years, just makes me clench my jaw tightly for a few seconds.
"Just calm down, I'll ensure you're all out of here, but I need to know if you have heard the name, Kristen," I am not asking just one person, this question is directed to all of them. Someone around here might know who I mean. Jack kidnapped her two days ago.
"Kristen?" Someone asks.
And I nod.
"5'4 tall, skinny, and busty?" Another woman quickly asks me.
"Yes," my heart is already pounding in my chest.
"She's the newest person he kidnapped." The little woman quickly
makes this known to me.
"Where is she?" I ask them.
"He took her away," The smallish woman informs me.
"To where?" I ask.
"To the room of horror." Says the black-haired woman.
"The room of horror?" I frown in confusion.
"He abuses, rape, and kills women there," continues the smallish
woman. She seems to be an old prisoner here.
"Shit!" I hiss out loud.
"How did this even happen?" Bruce speaks up before I can. He's
already at my side.
"She was being barfy and all, so she puked on his face and then he lost his temper!" The smallish woman explains again, and I gulp unsteadily, upon knowing Kristen was throwing up because of the
baby.
"He hit her and wanted to punish her, but she shifted and tried to protect herself." The smallish woman continues, and a wave of weakness hits me hard when I try to imagine this.
While the smallish woman looks like she's not even close to stopping.
"And then he got all furious, and killed one of us to scare her."
"Oh my...fuuuck!" I curse out loud. Because this will be traumatizing for my mate. Killing another person to scare her is just beyond horrible. I can't wait to lay my hands on Jack.
"He put a big chain on her neck like a bulldog, before taking her
away," the woman continues.
"Where?" My voice is rough. "To the room of horror." She replies.
"Where is this place?" I ask, trying to keep my temper in check
because I'm starting to see red.
"There!" She points at a dark area and I quickly fasten my torchlight, and there I see the hallway.
Turning to Bruce, I say.
Stay here and help the women out."
"I want to come with you," Bruce persists, already coming to my side.
"No, I need to do this alone," I grit out, because I don't need anyone
to tag along with me.
"But.." Bruce still wants to persist when I interrupt him.
"Help all the women out through the lift," I say.
"Yes, Alpha Calhoun." He finally agrees to this at last.
"There, that is where he stores the keys. They have numbers of each
cage," the smallish woman points in a direction and when Bruce flashes his torchlight there, we see all the keys.
Bruce hurriedly calls out to the rest of the men with us, and they rush
to his side.
I make my way towards the direction that leads to the room of horror, according to the name they called it.
My heart is pumping in my chest because my mind is starting to
torment me by showing me several images of Kristen's dead body.
I push these thoughts out of my mind, knowing it will be of no good but slow me down if I keep dwelling in them.
I keep going forward with the torchlight because it's so dark in here
until I see a door.
I hesitate before going over to stand right in front of it since it looks
like a trap or something. I'm sure Jack heard us coming in because the door was heavy.
Finally, I take hold of the doorknob, wondering if it's locked or not. I know I will break through it if it's locked.
Thankfully, it's unlocked and when I push it open, I am welcomed
with a very unpleasant smell.
To think it's familiar worsens it all. I scrunch my nose in disgust and
try to stay still, even though the smell is gut-wrenching.
Dead bodies! That's how it smells like in here.
Fuck! Can it be that Jack truly keeps dead people here? Whatever
happened to shallow graves?
It might be just a smell but my nose is way too sensitive to detect rotting flesh. And it's completely disgusting. Clenching my jaw, I go further into the room and direct my torchlight into every angle until I see a naked dead woman.