Page 104 of Out for Blood
“Names.”
“I don’t know real names!”
Cassidy nudges the poker chips over in front of her.
He cries out, “Usernames! I only know usernames!”
I shift forward in my seat, giving him my full attention. I can’t help but take in the table as well.
The same table where these men sat laughing twenty minutes ago.
Now one of them is tied across it bleeding into the cards and green felt.
“Start talking,” I demand.
And this time he does.
Monsterinyourcloset868jerks under the restraints, rainwater and sweat soaking through his hoodie while the poker table creaks beneath his weight.
Cassidy begins arranging the poker chips in neat stacks.
The trafficker’s breathing turns irregular.
“There’s hundreds of accounts,” he falters. “Most of them hide behind VPNs and encrypted relays.”
“Usernames,” I interrupt.
Lightning beams through the windows, bleaching the room white for a moment.
He squeezes his eyes shut trying to think.
“Rotfather, kingfishes, rabbitmask.”
Cassidy finishes stacking the chips.
He winces away from her.
“And?”
“There was another one,” he whispers weakly, closing his eyes, clearly not wanting to tell us this information. “One that spent a lot.”
I lean forward in my chair, every muscle in my body tightening as anticipation coiled hard in my chest.
“What username?”
He shakes his head repeatedly, unable to stop. Catastrophic horror takes over, knowing what will happen if he gives us the name.
Cassidy hovers over his backside, “Funny how much you seem to like forcing objects inside people. It only seems fair to let you experience it as well.”
She plucks one of the poker chips between her fingers and rams it into his rectum.
His body bucks and his head hits the table as he wails from the pain and unexpected intrusion.
A sinister smile spreads across her face right before she drives two more chips into his ass, escalating the torment.
Her expression turns manic as she laughs, “What’s the fucking username or I’ll do a stack at a time.”
He grates out, “PrettyLittleDolls00.”
