Page 106 of Out for Blood
PrettyLittleDolls00isn’t just some random buyer.
It’s someone profoundly engrained in this world.
And judging by the fear in the trafficker’s eyes, someone even men like him are afraid of.
The storm intensifies outside.
Monsterinyourcloset868sobs harder.
“I gave you the name,” he chokes out in despair. “Please, I told you everything!”
Cassidy stares at him, jaw tightening.
Her knuckles are still white against the wood.
I know that look.
She’s somewhere dangerous mentally right now.
Not out of control but worse.
The kind of calm that comes right before irreversible violence.
I make my way around the table, eyes never leaving the trafficker.
“How didPrettyLittleDolls00contact you?”
“I already told you, through moderators!”
I slam my hand down on the table hard enough he flinches back.
“Who were the moderators?”
“I DON’T KNOW THEIR NAMES!”
Cassidy picks up another chip from the table.
His breathing is coming out abnormally due to the broken nose, “They used voice-changers sometimes,” he blurts out. “Encrypted chats. Dead drops. Crypto transfers.”
“Locations?” I inquire.
“I never handled fucking pickups!”
Cassidy paces around him with the unnerving patience of someone in no rush to end this.
The trafficker’s icy glare jerks wildly around the room, trying to follow her as she circles him.
“You’re lying,” she insists.
“No!”
“You expect me to believe a man streaming girls and holding them in cages doesn’t know where they are going?”
“I HAVE NO IDEA!”
Cassidy snaps the gloves off and seizes her knife. She sinks it right in front of his head and then in one swoop removes it.
He shrieks.
