Page 51 of Soros
Veronika’s voice cracked as she whispered, “Then it must have been Malene.” The German girls cried as they asked us questions about what we had seen.
Star tucked at my sleeve, and it made me turn my head and give her my attention.
“I think the men are trying to contact us telepathically,” she whispered.
“You can talk to them?” I asked with hope in my voice.
“No. But I’m sensing them trying to reach me. Maybe if I close my eyes and focus.”
“Yes. Yes, do that,” I encouraged her. “Can I help?”
“No. And please don’t be mad if I don’t succeed. I’m not very good at mental communication.”
I talked softly with the German women, and we tried to break open the door while Star sat on one of the beds with her back against the wall and her eyes closed.
“Is she meditating?” one of the German girls asked. “Why doesn’t she help?”
I couldn’t explain to them about us being hybrids and Star practicing her ability to communicate through telepathy. None of that would make any sense to Veronika and Hanna.
The door was bolted from the outside and it angered me that we wouldn’t stand a chance in case of a fire. The only people who knew we were down here were psychopaths who didn’t care if we lived or died.
I had once heard that there were Ugon Masters and other alien races who could do telekinesis and, in that moment, I desperately wished that I had those powers. I wanted out and I was desperate to find a way to open the door.
“It’s not going to work,” the German girl said and slumped her shoulders. “We already tried yesterday, and Malene tried to run past one of the men when they brought us food last night. That didn’t work either.”
Pivoting, I looked for something to use. There was nothing in the room except for eight beds pushed against the walls. Fueled by desperation, I leaned over the beds and began tapping on the walls.
“What are you doing?” Hanna asked me.
“I’m trying to figure out which wall we should break down. This one is solid bricks,” I said and continued to the next wall. When I got to the wall next to the door, it sounded different. “Do you hear this? It’s made of wood and not brick. We’re breaking down this one.”
The German girls looked frightened and skeptical, but when I asked them to help me turn one of the beds around, they agreed. “We need to unscrew the legs and use them,” I instructed.
“But if we start knocking down a wall, they’ll hear us. The man with the snake tattoo got so furious with Malene and he’ll punish us too,” Hanna warned with a grimace of fear.
“He’s dead,” I said without showing any emotions. “Ko’roz killed him.”
“Who is Ko’roz?”
“The man who hypnotized us all to follow him here.”
“That should be illegal,” Veronika exclaimed. “Hypnotizing anyone without consent should be banned. I’m sure it is in Germany.”
Hanna teared up. “How could we be so stupid, to walk straight into a trap like this? And to trust a creep like him. All the other girls were drugged, having their drinks spiked. We were tricked in broad daylight.”
Veronika agreed, “Yes, it’s one thing if someone slips a drug into your drink, but to walk into a basement like this because you were hypnotized makes me feel extremely stupid.”
Hanna sat with tears in her eyes when she shared the traumatizing stories that the women who slept in this room had told them last night. “No matter how much they tried to fight it, the drugs eventually knocked them out. All of them woke up in a room with a man on top of them. There’s no way of knowing how many men already used them while they were passed out.”
Feeling disgusted, I used all the strength in my fingers to try and unscrew the legs of the chair. I almost gave a shriek of satisfaction when I succeeded.
“Shhh…” Veronika placed a finger against her lips and gestured that she heard something.
Quickly, I moved to the door and pressed my ear against the wood. I could hear faint voices outside. One of them spoke too softly to hear clearly, but the other was easy to understand.
“Don’t freak out. The new boss has it under control. Stanley showed the cop around and he agreed that the club was empty. They’ll never find this basement.”
There was a question from the man with the lower voice that I couldn’t pick up.
