Chapter 141 First Rescues

Chapter 141 First Rescues
Saint

I hone in on my target. As the sharpshooter of the group, I get my bead on his head and wait for my opening. I can’t look at the woman he is holding in front of him or it will distract me. This guy has to know he’s fucked. There are far too many of us for him to think he’s getting out of here. He’s sweating and nervous, his hand is shaking, which is not a good thing. I just wait, and breathe slowly, watching. 

“Alpha Logan brought us here, we have their permission to be here, you are all going to get slammed for this bullshit, they will bring down hell on your fucking heads.” He screams and I just raise an eyebrow.

“No worries, all of the Alphas will be joining you where you are going soon.” I hear Cody tell him and his eyes get huge. 

Obviously, these people are so used to the way the Regional Alphas operate. They think they can do whatever they want with no consequences. That there’s never going to be someone bigger and badder than they are, and everyone will bow down to them, and just listen to their bullshit. It still boggles my mind. 

Suddenly the woman he’s using for a shield either stumbles as he pulls her back, or she just drops. The second she is far enough away from that gun, my finger is already pulling the trigger. The back of his head explodes, and she starts crawling as fast as possible on all fours to get away from his body. 

I see Ratchet hold up his hands and approach her slowly, she’s got her back against the wall, and tears are running down her face, making black streaks through the makeup she was probably forced to wear along with the lingerie she’s wearing.

“Hey, we’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to get all of you the fuck out of here. How many women are here that you know?” 

Her voice trembles as she says, “There are 15 of us here, and 4 in the studio downstairs, if they are still alive.” I have to blink as she says that. 

“Okay, what can we do for you right now, we are going to go and get the other women, and we are going to get all of you to safety. Do you want to wait for us here, or do you want to hide somewhere until we have all of the other women?” She’s confused you can tell. 

I hear one of the soldiers whisper something to Valenciaga and he nods, “We are going to let you stay right here, and two of my men are going to guard you. They will not touch you, they will just make sure you are safe and no one else touches you. Is that acceptable?” She nods to him, so two of his soldiers move to place themselves in front of her with guns ready. 

“Should we send the other women out here to wait with you?” She looks at Valenciaga as he says that, like she expects him to change his mind and pounce on her, and she’s probably had shit like that happen, so I can understand her fear. 

“Yes, Pam, my name’s Pam. They know me.” So we nod to her, and file that away. Now we can have them go out and hide with Pam while the soldiers guard them. 

We systematically go through these rooms. They are all outfitted with restraints. The women have been beaten and starved. We have to use bolt cutters to get cuffs and chains off of ankles and from collars around necks. These women are terrified. We have found men in the rooms and dispatched them, and are trying to keep the women safe. We found one woman who had already been beaten bloody and was unconscious, naked across a dirty bed, and the man who had done that to her, pissed himself when we entered the room. I wished she’d have been able to see that and see him die.

We covered her body, and we’d be back to help her. We just couldn’t stop. I kept thinking over what Pam had said about whether they’re still alive. I feel a push to hurry and get there so we make sure they do indeed stay alive. 

Out of the 15 women, all are injured, all are skin and bones, all have gaudy makeup and very little clothing on, 4 were actually unconscious and we will have to come back for those. The rest run down the hallway to stay with Pam and the soldiers guarding them. 

We keep moving. We find the stairs down and take them. The air down here is stuffy and smells of iron and desperation. We open the first door and discover why she called this the studio. There are cameras set up everywhere like this is some movie set from a long time ago. Except instead of actors there’s a young woman on the bed, spread-eagled, strapped down, she’s been beaten, obviously raped, cut with different instruments that are littered around the room covered in her blood. We can smell burning flesh as we see a man standing next to the bed holding a branding iron.

Tiny shoots him in the head, and we take care of the 4 others in here. The girl is glassy-eyed, no doubt in pain, and her body jerks as she hears each of the shots. Not sure if she thought we were going to shoot her or not. Rabid rushes to her to assess her level of shock. This time we brought a lot more medical supplies, so he’s able to give her something for pain. We get her freed from the restraints and we cover her as best we can, but she’s pretty hurt and going to need tending pretty quickly.

Another couple of Valenciaga’s men stand guard over her with guns ready to defend her if any other mother fuckers crawl out of the woodwork. As we are turning to leave, Ratchet notices something. He walks over to one of the cameras, and he checks it out.

“Guys, these are broadcasting live, right now, not recording.” We all freeze at that revelation.