Torture In Silence (Kellic)

Dirty Work

  {Vic}

There isn't much to say about me, except the fact that I'm an undercover cop. I don't like wearing police clothing because it's uncomfortable and I don't bother carrying around a gun either, hence that's why I'm undercover. Back at the police station, I get shit for not wearing my uniform, considering it's disrespectful, but it's not like they're going to fire me because they need me. I do too much for them to sack me. I catch young teens smoking and drinking all the time and to be honest, I get pleasure out of it. Hey, it's my job, you know what I mean? Nothing feels better than catching snobby young adults that think they're all that just because they think they can get away with it. I guess it's something I look forward to doing.

There is one other thing I'm not too happy about. I keep hearing members of the police station trying to identify an underground brothel that's around here. Apparently, no one can find it. I literally have to do everything myself around here. If none of them can find it, I will. But of course I'm gonna have to do it undercover. I want to find out everything about this place first before I report it back to the sheriff. Who knows, maybe he'll even make me a higher authority.

The best part about being an undercover cop is no one will even know you're undercover so they won't try to act all sneaky around you. That's why it's fun to catch these kids in their act.

I was walking around just being me when I saw a big buff dude walking around the back of a building. I slunk my way behind him, making sure I wasn't too close to him to keep my distance. I knew he meant trouble just by the way he looked; I'm not saying that in all cases, but he's by himself at night walking around a building. He could be dealing drugs or selling booze to kids. When I turned to the left, he was completely gone. That's impossible, I saw him turn left. Where could he possibly go? Then it hit me...the underground brothel. Maybe it's around here.

I walked up a couple more steps until I found a set of stairs that lead me underground. Don't get me wrong, I was scared. It feels like I'm gonna shit my pants. I'm just a police officer. I shouldn't be doing this. This is some underground shit, and I don't mean that metaphorically.

I walk down the stairs and I immediately find the big guy talking to a young girl. I had no clue what age she was, but I know for a fact she was younger than 15. She quickly walked away and went straight for a room. The buff man came up to me.

"Do you have an appointment or are you just a walk-in?" He eyed me up and down.

I cleared my throat. "Um, just a walk-in." I tried not to act suspicious.

"Who recommended this place for you? Or did you just randomly happen to find it?"

"I just happen to find it. What is this place?"

"Or you can leave now and avoid the trouble, unless you're looking to have a good time? I can set you up with one of the girls?"

Oh yeah, definitely a brothel. I heard loud moans coming from one of the rooms. "I'd prefer to look around first before I start getting into the whole idea."

"Sure. Here's the contract." He placed the contract on a table in front of me. "Open your mouth about this place and you'll end up like a couple of these people. Not everyone here snitched about this place, just letting you know."

That's pretty frightening. I wouldn't wanna come in straight up contact with this guy if we ended up in a fight. "So you got a name? I'm Vic." I continued to sign the form to ensure him I wouldn't speak a word about this place. I handed the contract back to him.

"Damien. Glad to do business with you."

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He guided me around while I took notice of everything going on. He even introduced me to some of the victims that were stuck in this place.