Chapter 142 No Words Can Describe
Chapter 142 No Words Can Describe
Tiny
We are all shocked by the revelation that the cameras in here are broadcasting what they are doing to this poor woman live. Someone is watching this fucking bullshit and probably paying for the privilege. Mother fuckers need to mother fucking die, that’s what I have to say about that.
“Right now, we need to move, we have to take care of the other women down here. There could be some in serious trouble right now. We’ll come back and take care of the cameras and get what we can from them, we just can’t right now.”
We all nod, and we move back into formation to continue our sweep. This was the 1st room we came to and the woman upstairs said there were 4 here. I’m not sure how soundproofed these rooms would be or if other girls are being killed off because they heard the gunfire.
The next room is empty, and the lights are off. With that and no movement, we don’t spend a lot of time there. We move on to the next room, and open the door to see a body hanging from wrist cuffs with arms above her head, naked, and no part of her body is not covered in marks, most bleeding. There’s a man, shirtless, holding a whip, with a stupid mask on, staring at us. Saint shoots him without hesitation. Then we rush in and Raibid goes to assess, while Saint and Cody get her down. Fuck she’s unconscious and looks to be in fairly bad shape. They must have been at this a while with the amount of damage to her body I can see.
There’s not a lot we can do for her until we get her to the ship. Getting her there will be a challenge, because she’s going to be in pain, and I’m not sure what to do about that. I do see Rabid use one of the field doses of morphine for her thought, so at least there’s that. We get her as comfortable as we can, we can’t move her right this second.
We move to the next room and I almost lose it when the door is opened. I raise my gun and pull the trigger twice, and I hear Cody’s gun go off. There were 3 men in the active process of raping this poor girl, plus what all the fuck they have done to her. It’s mind-boggling, and I’m not sure how she’s alive right now, or if she actually even is. We rush in to check, and she does have a pulse, but it’s weak, and I’m not sure we’ll be able to save this one.
“Guys, take a look.” I hear Saint whisper from behind us and we turn.
I hear Rabid trying to help this poor girl behind me, and I know he’s got to be shooting her full of painkillers right now. I walk to the small table where Saint is standing next to an open laptop. As I look closer I have to pause, then blink, then blink a couple more times to check that I am truly seeing what I think I am.
There’s a page, it’s showing lots of people sighing out and shit, of course if it’s live, they just saw these guys get shot. So, now there’s a list that has been going on. It’s a list of what these sick mother fucking bastards wanted these guys to do to that poor girl strapped down to that table thing behind us. So, I turn and look at the horrific tortures that have been done to this poor girl, and see those wounds match up to this god damn list. I want to chunk the computer, but I don’t, as I know Alex can do magic with it. Rabid stays with this girl to try and keep her heart pumping if possible, while we go look for the last one.
As we opened the next door, I legit hit my knees. The scene before me floors me, and it takes me a second to be able to even lift my gun and shoot the mother fucker who I hope will be roasting in hell very shortly.
This one is already gone, and thank god she is, because I can’t even imagine the amount of agony she was in before she died. She’s hanging from chains in the ceiling, and her legs are connected to chains on the floor, making her look spread-eagled even though she’s upright. She was set on fire, the smell in here is turning my stomach and it’s hard to keep from throwing up. There’s nothing left of this poor girl’s skin, she’s charred, and I just hope she died quickly.
The other thing that floored me, one we didn’t expect, and didn’t think of, is the dog crate of children, there are 3 of them, and so far I see 4 children, Pam didn't mention children, perhaps she didn’t know they were here. So, these 4 children, who are locked in dog kennels, had to watch and witness this girl’s horrific death. How many of these have they endured? My mind can not even begin to comprehend this level of evil.
None of us has words for this, there are none in the human language for this. We approach the cages, and of course, they scurry to the back. These children have been treated like animals, and I am honestly not sure if they know they are not animals.
“Hey guys, we’re not going to hurt you. We are going to help you. Can you come out of the cages?” They look at Cody like they don’t understand what he is saying. He reaches for one and he howls and scurries back. Then he bites Cody and Cody just shakes out his hand and shakes his head.
By now all of us have tears running down our faces. Cody and I sit down outside the cages to try and communicate with these poor kids, while Valenciaga coordinates to get the women to the ship, and to the medical bay we have ready there. This is going to be a huge undertaking, getting these women, and now children help.