Garrett
Present Day
I had been instructedto park in the grocery store parking lot and then walk to the party. It was only a few blocks away, and I could use that time to make sure I was calm and focused. The FBI had initiated the wire for the party fee from my fake account, so I was all set. All that I was supposed to do at the party was enjoy myself.
Enjoying myself seemed like it would be an easy thing to do at a party. But these parties were far from enjoyable. Most, if not all, of the assholes who attended these things obviously had no ethics or morals. They were coming to sexually assault people and beat them.
What was even more repulsive was that multiple public figures in the Los Angeles area had been seen at these events. I’d seen prominent figures come in here and do some really fucked-up things to these kink slaves. Their time would come … eventually.
But to kick it up a notch on the disgusting bar, I was still able to watch this shit and not bat an eye.Thank you, military, for giving me that skill.Inside, it was starting to eat away at me. I had no choice but to be as calm as possible at the parties. If I showed any sign of not being able to handle this environment or that I didn’t agree with it, it would risk the success of the Octopus operation.
As if watching five innocent young adults being treated so ruthlessly wasn’t depressing enough, I was starting to doubt the success of the Octopus operation. I’d been doing this for a few years, trying desperately to get one of them to fucking tell me that they were there against their will. So far, none of them had relented or at least felt comfortable to tell me. Some had come close, I’d thought. But not close enough to give me the answer I needed to hear in order to initiate a raid on the place.
I couldn’t coerce them.
I couldn’t guide them.
I couldn’t steer them.
I couldn’t lead them.
I could watch violence fall on each of them, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
I could request one, or sometimes two of them, and ask them if they were here against their will.
Eyes of all living creatures will tell you a story without anything being vocalized. They’d been called the window to the soul. It was rare that I actually saw their faces, and even more rare for me to see their eyes. They either wore hoods, eye masks, or face masks that had dark mesh fabric covering the eye holes. Each of them were sensitive to the light, and when I would get them in a room alone with me, they’d each react to the brightness. There was one young man, B, who was so sensitive, that the one time I saw him without his eye coverings he kept his head down so that I couldn’t see his face.
There were two males, known as S and B, and three females, that went by SS, A, and C. I’d requested a different one each time that I’d attended a party on rotation. Sebastian had told me that I could do anything I wanted to them. There were three rules, though: don’t kill them, don’t fuck them without a condom, and don’t remove what covered their heads or eyes.
I had a rule of my own: don’t fucking touch them.
The only thing that helped me sleep at night after the parties was knowing that I gave each of them even the slightest reprieve. It wasn’t much, because I knew they were visited by multiple people during the parties. And probably to them, it didn’t matter much. What was one fewer set of hands on them?
Sebastian and his men had these five trained and brainwashed. He would drug each of them heavily so they were high and wouldn’t be aggressive or combative during the parties. They rarely spoke, and when they did, it was barely recognizable in sentences or words. Again, Sebastian knew what he was doing by drugging them.
It was frustrating that I hadn’t been able to get one of them to admit to being there against their will. I’d even begun doubting that they were there against their will and had almost called this operation off several times. But there was something about the youngest male, B, that told me he didn’t want to be there. He was who kept me coming back, because I thought at any moment, any one of them could break and tell me what I’d needed to hear.
I’d believed that B was about to crack open for me.
Possibly.
Hopefully.
I’d prayed that they’d tell me, for their own good. Each of their arms were decorated in track marks and scars. None of their bodies were remotely attractive. People who came here were incredibly fucked up. They weren’t looking for a secret lay with some hot body. No. The people who came here were looking to inflict pain and show how ugly a human could be.
Aside from some bruising that Sebastian’s guys attempted to cover up, they were nothing more than feeble skeletons with thin, pale skin. Many of them had bones pushing at the skin and looked like they were ready to tear the skin apart. Their shoulders, elbows, knees, hips, and ankles were all extremely boney. There were some signs of damage to each of them, but the two males seemed to have taken the brunt of the beatings.
I stopped in front of Sebastian’s house and stretched my arm through the wrought iron gate to press the buzzer. A few moments later, I was invited inside the dim house. I stepped to the side so the door guard could close and lock the door. I waited for the customary pat down, and once they were satisfied, I stepped forward.
“Hey, Ron,” Felix, one of Sebastian’s guys, greeted me with the fake name I’d gone by with them. “It’s been a while.”
Felix strolled toward me while he lit a cigarette. I’d never had problems with any of Sebastian’s guys and planned on keeping it that way.
“Yeah. Had to save up and shit. I haven’t found the tree where money grows,” I replied.
“Ain’t that the truth?” He laughed and tilted his head back, showing his crooked teeth. “Man, I’ve been looking for the muthafucking tree forever.” I nodded at his comment while my eyes were focused on the hallway that led to Hell. “Do you need to take a hit before you go down?” He gestured to a folding card table near the wall behind the disgusting couch.
“Is it good shit?” I asked.
