Page 375 of Eternal
Behind the glass, two girls were clinging to each other. No older than seventeen. Dressed like toys, eyes wide, glitter and mascara streaked into something sick. They were crying harder now, not only from fear.
From knowing they were part of this.
From realizing it.
From the blood on the floor and the bodies falling.
Fromme.
“You wanted that pain.” I whispered, leaning closer. “You wanted those tears.” I crouched down, meeting his eyes, tilting my head. “Here it is.”
I cut his dick off pushing the knife deeper and deeper to slice it. It was messy, uneven.
I let him bleed, screaming into the rug.
Damir stood by the door. He watched, cold and quiet, and opened the next door for me. Another hidden room. Another coward hiding. Another bullet.
He was cleaning my path.
I reached a set of tall glass doors behind the main floor. I kicked them open. Inside, they were all there.
Girls. Boys. Men. Women. Some costumed, some stripped bare. All of them were frozen.
“Go,” I barked. “Run.Now. Don’t look back.”
They hesitated, then ran. Some paused to thank me. One girl looked me in the eyes, tears streaking mascara down her cheeks. Like she knew me. Like we’d both been there once. Like I wasn’t saving her, I was finishing the job someone else never did.
“Thank you.”
That was it. The final crack.
That bastard raised them here. Sold them as kids. Now he uses them as adults. Groomed stock.
I turned, spotted a camera high in the corner, and shot it twice.
“They’re gone,” I said to Damir.
“Then we go up.”
We climbed the velvet staircase, guns ready. Nothing on the first floor. The second looks bigger. The hallway upstairs was quiet until the end.
A massive room with glass walls and a screen the size of a wall showing the party floor.
And there he was.
Jenkins.
He turned, trying to slip out the side door.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said.
Damir shot both guards clean through the head before they could draw.
Jenkins backed away, shaking, mouth opening with excuses already pouring out.
I shot him in the knee. He screamed.
“You sold children,” I said. “You watched. You got off to it.”
