Love Unspoken

Alistair banged on that old iron door like a madman, making a racket that had Sean glancing back nervously. Alexander, however, acted as if he didn't hear a thing and just strolled out.

Sean had to stick around to make sure nothing went sideways. If Alistair got loose, they'd be in deep trouble. Alistair kept pounding and cursing Alexander, but it was like yelling at a brick wall.

Eventually, he ran out of steam, his body burning up like a furnace.

He grabbed his collar and ripped it to shreds, rolling on the ground and making noises that sounded like a dying cow. Sean heard the commotion and felt all kinds of uncomfortable. He checked his watch; only ten minutes had passed. Matthew chimed in, "He ain't gonna die, right?"

"Not that quick. The drug's just kicking in. Are the girls here?" Sean asked.

"They've been here, just waiting for the go-ahead," Matthew replied.

"Go check," Sean suggested.

Curiosity got the best of him. He went to another room, pushed the door open, and saw seven or eight women inside. They jumped up and stared at him when he walked in. Sean swallowed hard and quietly closed the door, giving Matthew a thumbs-up.

These women were a mess.

bones, like they were one step

others? Covered in sores and pus, enough to make

all

in disgust. Yeah, it was gross, but Alistair had

that was three times

make it through the day. And even if he did, the

such a sleazeball, he wouldn't

Sean finally let

like their lives depended on it, scared they'd get kicked out if they

no future. Using their bodies to make

the shop, he

he even got out of the car, he spotted

just as surprised. What was Walter

smirked, "Looks like you're doing alright