"My husband, can you co here? Where are you?"
A voice suddenly echoed inside Dennis’s head. He whipped his head toward the door, dropped the files he was holding, and bolted out of the office. He raced past the holding cages, pinching his nose shut against the stench. Once outside, the sight of bodies strewn across the warehouse complex streets brought him to a halt. Then, he spotted Dahlia and Daphne standing before a warehouse door. Dennis sprinted toward them.
"What’s going on?" Dennis asked.
Dahlia, gripping a sniper rifle, hauled the warehouse door open and gestured for Dennis to go inside.
"Just get inside first, dear," Daphne added.
Dennis stepped through the entrance. The interior looked like a makeshift casino, packed with various gaming tables—roulette, blackjack, and rows of slot machines. In the center of the room, Diana, Donna, Dulcia, and Deborah were surrounding a man in his fifties. He was shoved into a chair, bound tightly, with a gag tied across his mouth.
anwhile, behind them, several girls gathered together. They were wearing bunny girl outfits with heavy makeup, and almost all of them had terrified faces; they looked to be about 15 to 16 years old. Dennis jogged over to his wives and the bound man, his heart pounding for so reason. When he saw the man, Dennis instantly felt a surge of rage because he knew exactly who he was from the files in the office.
This man was the syndicate leader nad Jeff Erkin, the one who ran the operation selling 15 to 16-year-old girls, buying their babies to turn them into crawlers or feed them to crawlers, and the man who employed Chris as well as many other n, and his heart beat even faster because Dennis had seen this man before.
Fuming with rage, Dennis ripped the gag off Jeff’s mouth to see his face clearly. His mind flashed back to the mories he had seen through Daisy—the mont her older sister was displayed on a monitor to several people by his own biological father. Jeff’s face had appeared on one of those screens. It was crystal clear that the man in front of him was connected to the father he loathed—the man who had hard him, his mother, Daisy, and his in-laws, and who had murdered Daisy’s sister.
"So, you’re the one who owns this entire facility?" Dennis asked, his voice trembling.
"Who are you... what do you want?" Jeff asked Dennis.
"Bam,"
Without answering, Dennis’s fist flew, slamming into Jeff’s cheek from the side until his head jerked violently. The girls behind them looked terrified and flinched in shock, but none dared to scream. Then, Jeff slowly turned his head back to look at Dennis and smiled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"I feel like I’ve seen you before... who are you?" Jeff asked in a hoarse voice.
"Bam,"
Dennis smashed his fist into Jeff’s face once more, sending Jeff’s head snapping violently in the opposite direction for a second ti. Then, "bam... bam... bam," Dennis kept hamring Jeff’s face over and over again, until Dulcia stepped forward to stop him.
"That’s enough, baby... that’s enough. Why don’t you go outside? Let us handle things in here," Dulcia said.
"She’s right. Leave him to us, my husband," Diana added, placing a hand on Dennis’s shoulder.
Dennis turned to look at Dulcia and Diana, then he turned around and walked back out of the warehouse that had been transford into a casino. When he reached the outside, Dahlia and Daphne imdiately embraced him.
"You both already knew... who that man nad Jeff was, didn’t you," Dennis said, his voice simring with rage.
Daphne and Dahlia simply nodded in response to Dennis’s question as they held him. After a few monts, they released their embrace.
"The reason I wasn’t inside is because I rember that person’s face clearly... the face of the person I saw on the monitor... when my sister... sorry, I don’t want to talk about it," Daphne said, looking down.
"Sa here... I rember too, sorry love," Dahlia added, bowing her head.
"But why do they look so calm in there?" Dennis asked, gesturing toward the interior with his thumb.
"They all rember and know exactly who that man is. Let tell you how we caught him," Daphne said.
***
The story shifted back to a few monts earlier, when they spotted Jeff stepping out of the warehouse and approached him. When Jeff turned to look at the six of them, they imdiately froze in their tracks. They recognized Jeff instantly because he was one of the many n whose faces were plastered across the monitors back when their adoptive father, Norman, was doing those things to them.
Jeff specifically had ordered her to dance in front of the cara to entertain the n on the screen, which was split into many sections. This caused the six of them, who shared Daisy’s trauma, to stand silent and helpless despite their extraordinary strength. When Jeff saw them frozen there, he pulled his pistol and walked toward the six of them.
"You... you’re the ones who did all this?" Jeff asked angrily.
The six of them stood like statues because their trauma made them terrified to face the man who had watched them back when they were still one with Daisy. Finally, Jeff struck Diana’s head with the butt of his pistol; though Diana didn’t budge, she remained trembling with fear. Jeff looked around at his hundreds of dead n and raised his gun, pressing it against the forehead of Diana, who stood at the very front.
"This is too much... you’re dead," Jeff snapped.
But before Jeff could pull the trigger, a girl in a bunny outfit suddenly shoved him aside.
[Snap out of it... you aren’t who you used to be. You’re free now.]
Sami’s words in their heads made them gasp, instantly snapping them out of their trauma. The six of them turned to see Jeff trying to get up along with the bunny girl who had pushed him. Imdiately, the six of them lunged, pouncing on Jeff and pinning him down the mont he looked up. Afterward, the bunny girl who had helped them looked confused to find herself outside and began screaming at the sight of the bodies in the street. Seeing the girl acting strangely, Daphne asked in her mind,
"Was it you who helped us, Sami?" Daphne asked.
[That’s right, Mistress. I used that girl to help you. Please rember, things are different now. You have Master now—your husband. You are no longer alone or being used by that man; Master and all of you have captured him.]
"You’re right, Sami. I’m sorry," Diana replied.
"Yes, thank you, Sami," Donna added.
"Yes... thank you," Deborah added.
[You are very welco, ladies.]
Then, they promptly restrained Jeff and dragged him into the warehouse, which turned out to be a secret casino used by Jeff to entertain elite guests and high-ranking authorities involved with him, with the bunny girls assigned to serve his guests.
***
Back to the present, Dennis looked back inside. He saw Diana, Donna, Deborah, and Dulcia talking to the bunny girls, who were nodding their heads. The gag was back in the mouth of the battered Jeff. Then, Donna and Diana were seen running further inside, following one of the bunny girls. Dulcia ran toward the exit to et Dennis.
"Baby, according to those girls, the ones in the back aren’t just girls aged 15 to 18... there are also many little girls aged 8 to 12... Diana and Donna are freeing them right now," Dulcia said.
"What? Is that true?" Dennis asked, shocked.
"It’s true, baby. They are commodities being sold to cities like Ruby and Diamond," Dulcia replied, looking visibly fuming.
"Truly outrageous," Dennis muttered in a rage.
"So what now? Do we hand him over to the police?" Daphne asked.
Dennis thought for a mont, then he glanced at the sniper rifle in Dahlia’s hand. He snatched it up and aid at Jeff from a distance without any hesitation at all. "Dziiing," "crack," the bullet instantly pierced Jeff’s forehead, leaving Deborah confused and staring toward the exit, while the girls in the back flinched in shock. Dennis handed the sniper rifle back to a bewildered Dahlia.
"Humans like him don’t deserve to live. Even if we hand him over to the police, he’ll just get free again, just like my biological father. Let’s get out of here; we’re done here," Dennis said, turning away.
Daphne, Dahlia, Dulcia, and Deborah, who had just reached the exit, looked at one another and stared at Dennis’s back as he walked away, rubbing the back of his hair with one hand on his hip. anwhile, Diana and Donna, who were freeing about 10 little girls along with the bunny girls, told them all to go to the police station and report everything.
Donna also handed them the files that Sami had given her to print. Then, as they were led outside, Dennis, Diana, Dahlia, Donna, Deborah, Dulcia, and Daphne warned the bunny girls—who seed to understand the situation better—that they had seen nothing and should not ntion the presence of those who had rescued the girls and the children inside the warehouse.
Of course, the girls understood and nodded; they promised to give the files to the police and not say a word about who their rescuers were, since they truly didn’t know anything anyway. After that, Dennis used telepathy to ask Daisy to step out to her car for a mont and call the police using a smartphone, with his voice disguised by Sami. Once Daisy said she was in the car, they all simply vanished, leaving the bunny girls and the little girls in a state of confusion, as police sirens could already be heard drawing closer to the warehouse complex.
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