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Age: Seven Years
Description: Female, Brown hair, blue eyes
Status: Virgin
Price: $10,000.00
There are twenty children, all matching the twenty pieces of furniture I’d seen listed in the email saved on Father Kevin’scomputer yesterday. Invoices, paid in full, were attached to each image, all except one on the last page of the portfolio.
Name: X
Age: Twenty Years
Description: X
Status: Non-Virgin (ideal for breeding)
Price: $50,000.00
No name. No face. The highest listing price.
"What the fuck," I whisper, reflecting on what David had said.
What Aiden told me back at his house.
His father is hurting him.
His father is hurting so many others too.
And now, he thinks I’m just like him.
I slam the portfolio shut, suffocating on the oppressive air in the cathedral. I need to get out of here.
The police.
I have to take this to the police-
"I had my men look into you at the DA’s office. Never want any sticky fingers in our work here."
They already know.
This whole God’s damned town is run by these sick fucks.
And I’m at the center of all of it.
Every violent memory that I’ve kept suppressed comes rushing in, my hands shaking as I try to take a deep breath.
Reload.
He's bleeding out, Briar!
Kill them.
Fucking shoot him.
"Father?"
Slowly looking up, I see a boy with light brown hair and bloodshot eyes headed towards me. The stench of pot hits my nostrils.
