Chapter 47 The People Have Been Taken Away
Early the next morning, sunlight streamed into the dim room and the wooden door swung open.
Robert and the bearded man followed a man behind.
He was dressed in a crisp suit.
"Boss, everyone we’ve captured over the past few days is here."
Kevin Hill scanned the terrified girls in the room, then strode over.
He grabbed one of the girls by the chin, forcing her to look up. He scrutinized her from her eyebrows and eyes all the way down to her teeth and roughly groped her frail chest.
He showed no respect whatsoever in his movements, as if he were handling not a human being, but a piece of merchandise.
Kevin snorted and delivered his verdict without hesitation: “Too low-grade. Harvest the usable organs and sell them.”
"No! Please don't!"
The girl screamed and struggled, but Kevin gripped her chin and slapped her face hard several times until her cries turned into desperate whimpers.
The chains on her feet were unlocked, and several burly men grabbed her arms and dragged her out. A man in a white lab coat followed behind them.
After a few piercing screams, silence returned outside.
The remaining girls stared at Kevin in terror, kicking their legs frantically as they scrambled backward.
A few of the girls had apparently wet themselves, and a foul-smelling yellow liquid pooled on the floor.
"Please...don't kill me! Don’t kill me!”
But they had nowhere left to retreat.
Kevin’s face was gaunt and pale, yet he looked more terrifying than a demon.
Anyone who spoke up to beg for mercy was immediately slapped.
In the chaos, one girl grabbed Kevin’s shirt. He frowned slightly, then kicked her far away.
After a barrage of punches and kicks, everyone was terrified.
Kevin quickly divided the girls into several groups.
There were seventeen of them in total. Six were dragged out by burly men, while the remaining ten were held back.
Then, he stopped in front of Iris, who was cowering in the corner.
She instinctively looked up, then quickly lowered her head again, shrinking further into the corner.
Kevin didn’t lay a hand on her. He simply looked down at her from above.
Since he had walked in, the girl had been curled up in the corner like a frightened little animal, not crying or making a fuss, just shedding tears silently.
Her fair, delicate cheeks looked soft and pure, possessing a fragile beauty.
As he drew closer, he caught a faint, fruity scent coming from her.
At that single glance, a strange thrill surged through Kevin’s body, bringing with it an unbearable thirst.
He loosened his tie in frustration.
"Finally, a pretty one."
Iris wanted to beg for mercy but, remembering the girl who’d nearly been beaten to death moments ago, could only tremble and remain silent.
Kevin ordered a nurse, "Take these people over for an examination."
“Yes, sir.”
Iris was dragged into a small cubicle and, under the nurse’s orders, removed her pants.
She lay on the cold examination table with her feet on the footrests and her most private parts completely exposed.
A silver tray beside her held various examination tools—several long ones with odd shapes.
Terrified, Iris immediately burst into tears.
These were probably the most humiliating five minutes of her life!
She felt like she was going crazy.
“All right, get down.”
Iris got off the table, bent down to pick up her pants from the floor, and slowly put them on, looking dazed and lost.
After the nurse left the room, she walked up to Kevin and reported in a low voice, "Boss, we've checked. She’s a virgin.”
Kevin stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. "Out of eleven people, she's the only clean one. This business in Trelania is getting harder and harder to run. Ship them all back to Red Hill. Send this one to the castle.”
“Yes, sir.”
In Anaheim, Trelania, inside a large private room at the Porta Abyssi nightclub, the door was kicked open with a loud crash.
Donovan walked in with Wright and Harrison, startling Kai so much that he jumped up from the sofa.
“Boss!” Kai hurried forward and ushered Donovan to sit in the center of the sofa. Then, he bent down to light a cigarette for Donovan.
“I’ve already got the people I wanted—these two.”
Donovan stared coldly at the man and woman at the table, both of whom were beaten half to death. The slightly plump woman was clinging to her last breath as she lay on the floor with her eyes rolled back. The skinny man looked like he was in the throes of a drug withdrawal. He was curled up on the floor, trembling and convulsing uncontrollably. He had already soiled himself and was begging nearby people for drugs.
Donovan looked away, his face expressionless. “Where’s the person I want?”
Kai didn’t dare breathe a word. "They confessed. The person has already been taken away. They should be at Mørketid Havn by now. The leader’s name is Robert.”
Suppressing his rage, Donovan stood up and, in a rare display of frustration, cursed under his breath. "You could've cleared this up with a single phone call. Was it really necessary to make me come all the way out here?"
As he reached the door of the private room, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the human trafficker on the floor.
"Dispose of him. Don’t let him have it too easy.”
“Understood.” Kai nodded and signaled to his men.
Soon, piercing screams echoed from inside the room, shattering the noisy night.
Above the city, several helicopters that had just landed roared back to life and flew toward Mørketid Havn.
The truck jolted along for what seemed like an eternity before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated inn.
Low mud-brick houses and shanties made of brick and tile surrounded it.
Gaunt people bustled about on the street, shouting out their wares, while several filthy, naked children chased each other and played.
As the girls from the truck were shoved into the inn, the poor people around them merely glanced up briefly before looking down again to tend to their own affairs, as if such scenes were already familiar to them.
This was remote Noirville, on the border of Trelania.
The girls traveling with Iris were all shoved into the same room.
Only Iris was locked away alone in another room; she was receiving special treatment.
But she didn’t dare run away.
One girl had tried to escape on the way, but Kevin’s men caught her and dragged her back.
They stripped her naked, tied her to the back of a truck, and dragged her along the ground for dozens of kilometers.
Right before the other girls' eyes, she was tortured to death.
The other girls watched helplessly as her once vibrant body was ground to a pulp, leaving not an inch of intact skin.
From that moment on, all the girls obeyed.
The hotel had terrible soundproofing.
After dark, unbearable sounds began to drift from the adjacent room: sudden screams and agonized moans from the girls, along with the men’s shouts, curses, and filthy language.
Iris covered her ears and curled up into a tiny ball in the corner of the room.
There was a guard outside her door, too. Perhaps someone would burst in and hurt her at any moment.
She was terrified and afraid to cry out too loudly.
She knew that even if she survived the night, nothing but greater pain and despair awaited her in Red Hill.
Yet she didn’t have the courage to take her own life.
Who could possibly come to save her?