Page 3 of Endless Harmonies

There are three girls who aren’t even eighteen yet in cages, quietly sobbing. They have to have people, and even if they don’t, they do now.

“We keep them separated because of the damn crying,” she groans, picking up a rod that I can see has electricity running through it.

Walking quickly, she begins to push the rod through the bars, but I kick it out of her hands. Derek fists the careful bun she has at her nape, pulling her head back. Scooping up the rod, I turn to face her.

“I think we need to have a chat,” I growl. “This is over now.”

Melodie laughs wildly, struggling even as Derek holds her wrists tightly behind her back. “You don’t make the rules here. I do. This entire organization exists because I created it. These things are significant. There are people who need their warm cunts and tight assholes.” She sneers. “The animals in these cages don’t have rights or—”

Lips pursed, I’ve had enough as I shove the electrical cattle prod into her side. “I beg to offer a difference of opinion,” I snarl. “You seem too dumb and blonde to be in charge of this entire operation. Isn’t there a man behind you?”

I let her breathe as I pull the prod away. There isn’t enough electricity in this thing to conduct into Derek, so he’s completely unaffected as he watches us.

“A man,” Melodie spits out. “Why would I need one of those outside of training these dumb animals that I sell? These idiots in the cages were picked up because they’re too dumb to live. They don’t deserve to be free. I’ll use them for every drop of their innocence, and then someone will kill them.”

“Charming,” Derek grunts. “Why sex trafficking? No one grows up deciding to do this?”

“When you’re poor and broke, this makes the most sense. I am in control here, I… ahhh!” she screams as I get tired of her prattling on and stab her with the prod again.

“So you decided on a greedy power trip that selling people was the best use of your time?” I ask, rolling my eyes. I just need her to confirm she’s in charge before I kill her.

“Yes, yes,” she gasps, tears swimming in her eyes. They do nothing for me, emotional responses aren’t something I understand in people I don’t care about.

“Perfect,” Derek grunts before he snaps both of her wrists and releases her.

“My knives are thirsty,” I growl, pulling them from their holsters. “Tell me everything you can think of about this disgusting organization.”

“You’re just going to kill me anyway,” she wails, and Derek rolls his eyes as he pulls out a knife and drops to his knees to where she dramatically dropped to the ground.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he sing-songs, his lips peeled back in a psychotic grin. Damn my man looks hot when he drops the civil veneer he holds close on any other day.

Fisting her hair, he slashes his knife down her cream shirt to rip it open. When Lennon can have sex with us again, I plan to do this with her, but that is not the happy ending that Melodie will be receiving.

Dropping to my knees, I grab her ankle and begin peeling her skin from her body. Derek mirrors me, but instead starts at her neck. We still need her facial muscles to work for a bit longer.

“Please, please, help!” Melodie screams, but I scoff under my breath. Each of these rooms are lined in steel, so it’s impenetrable to sound. Idiot.

“Hush,” Derek commands, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he continues to slice the skin from her body. “I’m working here. Are you going to tell me what we want or am I cutting out your tongue next, Melodie?”

“What do you want from me?” she whimpers, causing me to smirk as I continue to pull her flesh from her bones. Derek and I have become very adept at this. Most people prefer to be dead before we get too far. Pity.

“Who else is involved in your operation?” I ask, continuing my path up her leg.

“Argh!” she screams, making me hum in response. Derek slices off a long enough piece that he can simply pull straight down to her sternum, making her almost pass out. The bitch has a high tolerance for pain.

“I… his…” Melodie pants, the tears streaming so fast, I doubt she can see. Her body will be fed to a pig farm, and I think I’m going to ask Greg to make sure she’s still breathing when he throws her in. “Nicolai Hansen. He’s my bookkeeper,” she forces out.

“Continue,” I grunt.

The next thirty minutes are spent extracting information while keeping her on the knife edge between pain and unconsciousness. I file away all of the information, though I know Greg can also hear everything.

“Was that so hard?” I coo, squeezing her cheeks together roughly until her lips open. Grasping the bitch’s tongue I pull hard on it until I have the angle I want. My lips twist into a satisfied smile before I remove it from her mouth. “There, there. We are out of time for any more confessions.”

Derek pulls rope from one of his pockets to hogtie her before standing once he’s done. Watching the blood pour out of her mouth, I huff, running my lighter under the handle of my knife as I hold onto the blade until it’s very hot before shoving it into her mouth to cauterize it. I don’t care about her being comfortable, I just don’t want her to die yet.

That would be inconvenient.

Looking at the girls in cages, I lift a bloody finger to my mouth. I needed to make Melodie an example, and our gloves would have tipped her off. Once we started, there was no reason to put them on. Standing, Derek and I wash our hands as well as possible, using a bit of bleach to clean them off. Drying them, I can’t even bring myself to ask why they would have an industrial sized sink in this room.

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