Dreams I'll Never See (Intersex gxgxg)

Chapter 3

After dealing with Usatov earlier, I was suddenly very glad that Zac had just gone to the bathroom. "You know why I'm here. You're probably not going to like it though. Where is Lexie?"

He snorted. "That bitch is gone. I got Willow, they took Lexie. You'll never find her! If you let me go, maybe I'll tell you where she's going."

I reached around his head with the hand not holding the knife and held my fingers in front of my face. I may have cleaned my knife before I left my last victim, but I never did have a chance to finish getting all the blood off my hands. "Do you see my nails? That is dried blood. When I found out what was happening, I had to leave the last person I was questioning." I lifted my knife, making sure he could feel the pressure under his scrotum and his newly flaccid tiny dick. "What do you think I'm going to do to you if you don't tell me where she is, right now?"

I heard a tiny whimper come from his throat as he pondered the possibilities. Honestly though, it was a certainty that when I left here, he'd be dead. He just didn't need to know that. "I swear, I don't know where they're taking her. They called a few weeks ago, looking for repeat customers. My dad had told me what he did all those years ago. I know you killed a bunch of them, but not all. I guess the remainder hid out for a while, and now they were looking to restock."

I sighed, upset at myself for not digging deeper back then. I'd broken up one main base where I'd found 27 girls, all in bad shape, just like Lessa had been, and got them all to a hospital. After that I found as many of that group as I could, and I guess I took for granted that I'd gotten them all, but evidently it wasn't enough. "Give me something. A cell number, a car, anything. How did they contact you?"

He was trembling in my grip now, but every time he started to go limp, his body sagged onto the knife, and he straightened right up. "The guys that met me at Lexie's place, one of them went by Yakiv. I think he was from Europe and had a weird accent. I have his number because we had to coordinate meeting up to grab the girls.

"Where is the phone?"

He gestured to the nightstand, where there was an iPhone plugged into a speaker dock. No doubt he had it set up with a playlist to rape Willow to. What a sick fuck. "Right there."

I nudged him in that way, forcing him to walk gingerly to a nearby chair, and finally removed the knife before turning around and making him sit down. There was no point in tying him down, he couldn't get out before I killed him. I pulled out a second knife from the sheaths on my back, this one well balanced for throwing, and held it in front of his face. "I can hit the diamond on a playing card from 30 feet with this. You try to run and I'm putting it up your ass. Nod if you understand."

He nodded quickly, and I backed away to the bed, putting the knives on the nightstand and got to work, quickly untying Willow. She didn't need to be on display any longer at all. "Okay, you're almost out. Just give me a second," I promised as I took off the gag.

"We have to get her!" she cried out. "I can't be without her!"

"We will, I promise. I'm not letting anyone take away another member of this family." I finally got the rest of the ropes off her, and she was up in a flash, clutching at my jacket as she sobbed. I wrapped my arms around her, just trying to get her calmed a little before we got back to the business of finding Lexie. "Except Zac," I added in a whisper, only to her. "He's a dead man."

I looked around the room and noticed that her clothes were shredded and laying in a heap on the floor. He'd probably cut them off with scissors since he probably didn't need her getting dressed again. "I'm going to go look in our old room to see if I can find something to wear," Willow said through her sniffles. "I don't want him looking at me."