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I then lean into her neck to look like I’m returning the favor.

“Just remember to hold it together. We can’t jump the gun. We need a warrant and way more backup than just the two of us. No matter what, you need to walk away tonight. No matter what we see or how much someone is hurting. Got it?”

She doesn’t speak but the anger in her eyes tells me she’s struggling just as much as I am.

How do you walk away from someone who needs saving? You just have to hope that by walking away you can then save them all.

The hardest part of being an undercover cop.

Walking away.

25

Kane

WE BOTH SIT FULL of nervous energy trying to take in as much intel as we can. It’s getting close to the time the back room should be opening and I can tell Jessie is getting more apprehensive. Leaning close to me, she whispers she needs to go to the bathroom.

“I’m coming with you.” She looks at me weirdly. “Well, not in the actual toilet but I’ll wait outside. I’m not letting you out of my sight for long.” She nods and we head in the direction of the sign pointing up a dark hallway.

Surprisingly, there are a lot of men that seem to be wandering around the club on their own. This is a little different from most of the other clubs. They would come in and hook up with a woman or another man fairly quickly, and then either start making out in the main room or head off into one of the private rooms. Here, there seem to be a lot of men just watching the shows and going in and out of the private rooms on their own and then returning by themselves. Things are different. I want to investigate but I can’t leave Jessie on her own. Leaning on the wall outside the toilets, a couple of guys are heading towards the men’s toilet farther down the dark corridor. I figure it’s worth a try to see what I can find out.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hey,” they say giving me the chin lift to acknowledge some sort of brotherhood which makes my skin crawl.

“Good night here tonight but I brought my girl with me. I think I might come back tomorrow on my own. So I can explore on my own if you know what I mean?” I try to be as laid back as I can considering how ramped I am on anger.

“Yeah, man, ditch the missus. This club is more for the man’s pleasure. You can take whatever you want, and the bitches can never say no. Love the rooms full of hookers, either tied down or in shackles. Pussy waiting and ready for you to do whatever you want. They’re gagged so you don’t have to listen to the screaming, just get to see the fear in their eyes. Biggest rush.” He looks so proud of himself. I want to grab both of them and put their heads through the wall. Then cut off their cocks and make them eat them while they scream in pain. I’m so glad Jessie didn’t hear this.

I acknowledge them with a thanks as Jessie walks out and the guy who had been talking slaps me on the back and winks before walking away. There’s definitely a culture here of not caring about whether they’re breaking the law. They’ll talk to anyone about what’s going on. This is so different to a traditional BDSM club. Totally different. I can’t even talk I’m so disgusted. I need to know how they’re getting these women and how they get them in here each night and strapped down. Are they drugged or is there more to it?

There is so much we still need to find out.

Jessie approached wearing a strange look.

“We need to talk,” I tell her. I take her by the arm and drag her farther down the hallway.

“I know, I heard some things in the bathroom too,” she whispers.

We get to the very end of the corridor and I push her against the wall and lift one of her legs up around my waist so from behind it looks like I’m fucking her. She puts her hands in my hair and drags my head down so she can whisper into my ear.

“Apparently the back room is not the only bad thing here. There are secret rooms upstairs you can go and do whatever you like to the women in there. For as long as you like. There are torture apparatuses, acid, hot fire pokers, all sorts of things to bring harm that leave permanent marks. The men get off on seeing how many of them can mark her. They go up in groups and gang bang her. I couldn’t help it, I vomited in the toilet.” She sags against my body.

“You did good, sweetheart. Let’s see this back room and get the fuck out of here tonight. We’ll tell Sarge and get this place shut down tomorrow night. It can’t go on. These girls need rescuing. Do you still think you can get through this?” I pull back from whispering in her ear. She nods at me. I pretend to finish her off. She moans, then I make it look like I’m doing up my pants. We’re playing the part well without really touching each other.

Making our way back to the main room, I have my arm around Jessie’s waist. I tell myself it’s to help her feel secure, yet I know it’s also to help keep me grounded. I feel so high on anger that I’m channeling my inner strength to remain calm. You have to keep your wits about you in these intense situations.

The light is on to indicate the back room is open for viewing. How disgusting and degrading. It’s obvious the clientele here are the bottom feeders of society. They’re not in this lifestyle for pleasure, they’re here because they want to see inhumane acts that make them feel powerful. In reality, they are the weakest of the weak. They use horrendous acts to get women in the way they want them. That’s not being powerful. It’s being unspeakably heinous. It’s unforgivable and they will pay for this, every single one of them. I will make sure of it.

My gut sinks as we walk into the room and the heavy door is closed behind us to mute out the screaming from the main room. I feel a shiver run through Jessie’s body as she takes in the sights in front of us. I’m strong in my job but this makes me want to vomit on the spot.

Before us are four different benches and apparatuses with women strapped to them. Thrashing and screaming to be let go. To stop what is happening to them. Pleading for people to save them from captivity. I have to pull Jessie back into my arms and hold her as I feel her silent sobs wracking her body because she can’t show them.

I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Hold it in, you can do this. We’ll have them out of here tomorrow night. They need you to hold it together.” She takes in a really deep breath and slowly lets it out. Nodding to let me know she’s in control. “We need to start looking like this is what we enjoy. I need you to start squirming like I’m touching you and the vision in front of you is getting you off. You can do this. Be my AJ and help these women. We’re all they have, we can’t let them down.” She squeezes my hand that is on her stomach to let me know she acknowledges what I’m saying.

We start to perform like actors, the whole time I’m taking in all the faces of the people in the room and the men performing such despicable acts. Looking up from Jessie’s neck, I spot one of the women on the bench has totally given in. Her body is just limp, no fight left. Looking closer, I see her face which looks sunken and a shell. Her hair has been changed but I know it’s her. That is Sheree Woodley, my missing date case. The one who has been calling to me in spirit to save her. My sixth sense knew all along she was still alive. I just hope she can hang on one more night. I want to be able to let her know I’m coming for her, but she is no longer with us and I can’t blow our cover.

Nibbling on Jessie’s neck, well, looking like I am anyway, I need desperately to get out of here.

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