Page 27 of Deviant

He nods, looking like he’s already shit himself over that fact.

“What’s her full name?”

“Mary-Anne.”

“Mary fucking Anne?” I growl. His actual damned daughter? How the fuck did she end up here? How the fuck did no one even realise?

“We didn’t know. She was on a list. We were just following orders. How were we supposed to recognise…” He doesn’t finish that sentence before I’ve beaten the words from his lips.

Christ, this is a mess. I push past, storming into the building, ignoring everyone that tries to stop me, that fawns at me, all the bodies fucking around me, everything.

When I get to my office, I can see from the doorway that it’s already occupied.

“This is her?” I ask as my eyes land on the girl. And girl she is. It’s the same one who wore the woolly cardigan. Only, she’s wearing nothing now except the damned collar around her neck. She’s on her knees, covering her body as best she can, alternating between shame and glares when she thinks we won’t notice.

“This is her.” Dustin says from behind me.

I let out a low sigh, crossing the distance and haul her up till she’s on her feet. “Tell me what your sentence is.”

She shakes her head which only pisses me off more.

I dig my hands into her arms, ensuring she feels just enough pain to comply, and she starts weeping as if I’ll just give in and start comforting her.

“She’s refused to talk to any of us.” Dustin declares. “Apparently, she demanded to see you.”

My eyebrows raise at that. “Fine.” I murmur more to myself. “Get me the paperwork. I want to see who made the orders.”

“That’s just it.” Ivor, Dustin’s second in command pipes up. “We can’t find it.”

“What do you mean you can’t find it?” I growl, letting her go and she falls into a heap at my feet.

None of this is making sense. There’s always a paper trail. A clear sentence laid out by the Chapter.

My eyes move from one man to another and everyone stares blank at me.

“I didn’t do anything.” Mary-Anne starts wailing. “They picked me up, they tossed me into a van and I was brought here…”

“Who?” I ask.

She shrugs but in reality, it doesn’t fucking matter who it was. Someone brought an innocent here, and my men, instead of checking, just rolled her out. In all the time I’ve managed Oblivion, I’ve never once had an incident. Never once had an issue. Call me suspicious, call me paranoid, but I doubt this was a mere accident. And the fact that a Turner is involved? Jesus, her father might well have our heads for this.

My eyes narrow as I land back on the girl. She can’t be more than sixteen. She’s got a woman’s body, but that face, it’s obvious, she’s still a child. Too bad, I guess.

As Dustin meets my gaze, he knows what I’m thinking. He knows what has to be done.

“Come on,” he says gently, kindly, helping the girl back up, and he wraps his jacket around her. “Let’s get you sorted…”

She falls for it, leaning into him for reassurance, but she must see something on the guard’s face as she passes and she turns back, reality suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“No,” she screams.

I tut, folding my arms. Like fuck I’ve got time for this. I need her gone. Sorted. I need all the evidence erased. I want every bit of footage of her destroyed. I want every room she’s been in wiped. I want her every existence scrubbed out.

“No,” she screams louder, starting to fight.

Bloody Dustin tries yanking on her arm as if she’ll suddenly capitulate, but I’m done with this. Done with it all.

I strut over, grab her head in my hands and as quickly as I can I wrench her face to the side, snapping her neck in one.

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