Page 104 of The Forbidden Villain
The minute the door locked, he pounced on me, trying to touch me, but I managed to grab a nearby cane first and hit him with it, which he didn’t expect.
Since he was old, I got a few more hits before John and his men came, ripping me away from him while joy filled my bones at the sight of blood on the man.
They tried this trick a few more times, but I always managed to get away at the last minute even though the various cries from the children in the other rooms didn’t help.
My soul bleeds for them.
Finally, they gave up and started selling me for other purposes.
Turns out, some people would pay a lot to torture children, beat them up, and watch them being chased by some wild animals, setting up bets to see if the child will survive.
We exist for their hideous entertainment only.
So my face is blue-green on a permanent basis, blood always dripping from some wounds, and they break my bones.
Still, I fight them.
I fight as much as I can, and I think it sells well because John still keeps me alive.
“Also, the feds are on our asses, so I think we need to move the business. Besides this new gig, selling organs? Lots of money in that, and all these kids are awaiting their turn. I asked the doc to check the little fucker, and turns out his liver is a match to what one of the clients requested for his son. I’m telling you, let’s get rid of the problem and earn some money.”
Over the past years, they took us, me and other children, from place to place while starting various businesses that always included the children’s suffering.
Lately, they moved into this warehouse that reminds me of the mansion. They bring all these children from the streets, wash them up, keep them healthy and well-fed, compared to me, while the doctor runs tests on them.
They go somewhere never to be seen again. Then they bring another set of children. It’s always around twenty of us. We don’t talk, and I generally stay secluded in this cage.
“There is also Lachlan Scott. That fucker and his protégés have been destroying the trafficking rings all over the country, and soon, he’ll get to us. I’d rather be caught by the feds than him. He’s fucking crazy and would make us suffer in ways we can’t imagine.”
Lachlan Scott.
I’ve been hearing this name a lot lately. Usually, it’s the only one that makes them all tremble in fear, and whenever they mention him, I get curious, wanting to see him for myself.
A man who apparently makes it his mission to save the likes of us, the children and people who no one gives a shit about.
That’s what John called us anyway.
Lachlan’s also a murderer because whoever he deals with ends up dead in the most horrible way.
Good riddance, if you ask me.
“So I say let’s do the final surgery today, dispose of the body, then transfer everyone to a different state. Maybe we’ll cover our tracks.”
Drumming my fingers on my knees, I wonder what I could do to change their minds because I have to survive.
“As long as you breathe, you win.”
Scrunching my eyes at my mom’s voice in my head, I focus back on the present because the painful memories have no place in my agonizing present.
“Plus, I’m not sure how long he’ll survive being the punching bag.” A beat passes. “All right. It’s a deal.” He hangs up and grins. “Finally, I can get rid of you. You’ve been a fucking headache from the start. We should have given you to Robert.”
I tug on the chains and bang on the cage at hearing his name, the monster who killed my mother and who still has my sister. They keep on saying what a devoted father he is despite his sickness.
Whatever that means, his powerful family probably covers all his tracks. At least that’s why these men are afraid of him and always hide me whenever he comes around.
And he does, desperately searching for me.
Just his voice inspires so much rage and determination to kill them all that it fuels me for days to come to withstand whatever they throw my way.
