Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,49
that was previously hidden from me.
“You get any sells today?” I ask. I know I’m pushing my luck, but I need to know who’s buying these people. If they are like me, surely someone should be stopping this? Monsters just can’t be roaming the earth with no government or justice system, right?
He eyes me strangely as he goes over to the cabinet, and starts pulling stuff down and adding it to a tray. “What, you grunts got bored fucking the freaks? Now you wanna talk?”
Well shit.
“Just fucking curious,” I mutter and he rolls his eyes, grumbling to himself about idiot help.
He grabs a roller and adds the tray to the top, and moves it over to the chair. I spot a needle and what looks like some pliers and a scalpel. The rest I have no idea what it is.
“Hold her, will you? We don’t know what she can do and they never react well to the blood the first time.” He jerks his head and I walk over and grip her legs, watching her.
“I’ve always wondered, who buys them anyway?” I mumble, and grin down at BB for good measure.
I can feel him staring at me so I reach down and push on the cut on her arm, making her yelp.
“Some rich fucking exclusive cult if you ask me, or maybe some of the freaks’ fucking owners. Hell, it could even be more freaks.”
He lines up the needle at her arm after adding a tourniquet. When he punctures the skin, her legs come up automatically and he looks down with a frown to see them not strapped in.
“What the—” He starts, looking back at me just as an alarm blares overhead.
Using the noise and flashing red light as a distraction, I grab the needle and hold it to his neck. He freezes and stares at me wide-eyed.
“You’re going to tell me everything. BB, get out of the chair and go see if you can let the others out,” I order.
She slips from the chair on wobbly legs and I grab him and lay him in it, strapping him in as I press the needle to him again.
“Now, start at the beginning and don’t take all day,” I command, my control on this form slipping until I nearly stagger into him.
“Now!” I shout, but it comes out slurred.
My head spins as the needle drops from my unresponsive grip. I fall back from the chair with a groan and land on the floor, hard, while my body contorts as the change comes back over me.
My mouth opens in a silent scream, my body arches from the floor, and the lights fade from my vision as everything blurs together.
It was all too easy to carve a bloodstained path through the humans. They were unprepared, and I can smell the alcohol and sex on most of them, leaving them slower than they should be. Instead of going in covertly, I went for kicking down the front door.
Four men rushed from the hallway beyond and started firing, so I turned into mist to avoid their bullets and popped up behind them. I shot one, and then broke one’s neck before turning and gutting the other two.
I made my way farther into the facility, dispatching the guards quickly as I went, following the stench of blood, tears, and fear. The warehouse is a maze of hallways until I find one with a hand scanned doorway. Leaning against it, I hear the whispering and terror behind the door of at least nine women.
Looks like I found my holding, though I thought there would have been more. I obviously just missed a sale or an order. I punch through the scanner and quickly hack the door, and it unlocks.
Cocking my head, I sift through the scents to figure out how many guards are inside. When all I smell is the women and the scent of gunpowder, I frown. I knock on the door to be polite and wait there until it swings open, and a small, bruised face peers out with a gun held in her grasp, her hands wavering.
“Who-who are you? Are you with her?” She jerks her head at a doorway at the end of the corridor.
Arching my brow in confusion, I look behind her at the other girls crowded there. I can just make out cages and a studio before she closes the door slightly. “Yes,” I reply.
She sighs and the door opens a bit farther as the weapon drops. I grab it quickly