Kylie looks at me with pleading eyes. My eyes dart back and forth between her and the nameless liar. I scoff and shake my head, lifting my gun and pointing it at him.
"He's lying."
"Wait wai-" the man starts, his eyes widened with horror but I pull the trigger before he could finish his sentence. His blood splatters everywhere right before his body drops against the hard floor, droplets of blood splashing onto my and Kylie's face. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my shirt and look over at Kylie who is doing the same. She still has smudges of blood on her forehead. I notice her hands shaking a bit as she holds her gun in position.
"Go take downstairs, I'll check upstairs in case." I nod down the stairs that lead to the basement. She nods a bit, opening her mouth to say something but closes her mouth again and go down the stairs slowly. I watch her until her frame is out of view and make my way up the spiral staircase. It's a shame, the place was really beautiful and expensive. Everything is white and so clean you could see your own reflection in it.
There are many rooms upstairs, and it oddly quiet. Too quiet. I kick open a door to see one of the maids, in a maid outfit that is way too small on her. Disgusting. I can only imagine what this fucker did with the little kids, guys like him are absolutely disgusting. She puts her hands up in fear, I nod downstairs and she nods, scurrying down the stairs. I check the rest of the rooms which seem to be clean, clean of kids that is.
I make my way back down the spiral staircase and walk down to the other set of stairs leading to the basement. Once I reach the bottom, I put my gun back into my holster. The whole room is filled with kids, huddled up together, some only covered by blankets. The thoughts of whatever the men did to these poor boys and girls twist my face into disgust. I can tell Kylie is thinking the same thing because her expression matches mine.
All the kids look at us terrified and I shake my head. "We're here to help you," I say. I look at Kylie who has her brows furrowed. "Call someone. We can't take them all with us, there are way too many of them." I whisper, sideglancing at everyone.
