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“Oh.” He frowns. “I didn’t realize you were that new. Yeah, man, we have minimal shit for you to fill out. Come with me.”

I took a shot in the dark that would work, and Orion hides a smile from Marcus as we follow him down a darkened hall. I swear they’re allergic to light in this cesspool of despair. I leave Greg and his crew to massacre the men working in the main warehouse while we take care of Marcus. Funny how fate is smiling on us today.

“Here’s my office,” he says with pride as he steps inside. “Let me find what you need to fill out. None of it hits the state, it’s all for our records…”

As Marcus prattles on, I pull a gag from one of my many pockets. Damn, these pants really are the best.

“Of course, we understand completely,” O says, moving so that he’s in Marcus’ view as I step behind him and pull the gag tightly into his mouth as he opens it to speak.

“Mmmmhm mm fucker!” Marcus screams around the fabric as I huff out a noise as I tie it behind his head. Seamlessly, Orion grabs the asshole's arms and drags him onto the desk after dumping the paperwork to the floor.

“Now, now, mind your words,” I murmur as I pull rope out and tie his arms behind his back. He’s a big man, but so am I. Crowding him, I move with Marcus as he bucks his body and attempts to kick me.

Orion pulls a knife from one of his many hideyholes with a smirk, pulling back Marcus’ hair. “Did you know we are looking at one of the men responsible for bringing in new stock?” he asks conversationally.

Eyes narrowing, I shake my head. “I believe that’s new information,” I growl.

“Your comm is off, baby,” O tells me with a shrug. Blinking, I realize he’s right. I have a bad habit of doing that. Touching the ear piece, I tap it back on.

“Derek, you with me again?” Greg asks. I can hear yelling in the background, and can tell the slaughter is becoming.

“Yeah, sorry,” I grunt. “I was focused somewhere else.”

“That’s why we have O,” he says simply. Orion hyperfocuses, and reminds me of things while I get to fuck people up. Greg’s voice sounds strained for a moment before a gunshot sounds. I know they were attempting to go as silent as possible. “Sorry about that. I found a sniper I had to take care of. We’re sweeping through the warehouse now for any stragglers. What are your plans?”

He sounds as if I’m taking a leisurely stroll, and my lips twitch in amusement. “We’re going to torture Marcus for a bit, have a little fun. I couldn’t fully enjoy my time earlier. Melodie is upstairs and hogtied. There are girls up there that are scared but we asked them to stay put for a bit. Can you check in with them, please?” I ask.

I know he’s got a laundry list of things to do, but he’ll make sure to do it.

“Yep,” Greg says, and I can hear him moving. “Marcus moonlights for the sex trafficking organization as a not for profit group that works with young girls. He meets them at shelters, on the street, malls, and offers them a better life. Make it hurt, guys. I’ll pop back in later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Succinct as always.

Tapping my comm unit off again, I grin at Orion as I begin tearing off Marcus’ clothes.

O still has a hold of the asswipe’s hair, staring at him for a second before beginning to saw off his scalp.

“We may not see any charm in you,” Orion muses as Marcus screams. “However, your looks appear to be perfect for luring in young, impressionable women who have nothing, so I’m going to make you so ugly your own mother won’t recognize you.”

“Good,” I grunt, yanking off his pants and boxers. My eyes wander through the small office, a bubble of happiness running through me as I see a forgotten taser. “This will be fun.”

“What will?” Orion asks, roughly sawing through Marcus’s scalp as he removes his hair. Yeah, he’s getting uglier by the second. Blood runs down his face, while dots of it sprinkle across O’s face.

My man looks gorgeous.

“A taser,” I explain easily, showing it to him.

“Yeah, that’ll be perfect. I’ve almost got this off,” he mutters. Marcus is thrashing around, and I pull the belt from his pants, folding it in half to beat him with it. If he wants to scream, I can give him a reason to.

Between the two of us, we work him over. By the time O tosses Marcus’ scalp to the ground, he’s passed out cold. Wuss.

“Wakey, wakey,” Orion chuckles, stepping away from the man, so I can press the trigger on the taser.

Marcus’ body spasms under the voltage, making me grin. There’s darkness inside of me that is being very well fed. Screams begin as the dicksicle awakens.

“Oh, and sleeping beauty awakens,” I sneer, leaving him to spasm as I turn off the taser.

“Marcus was way too pleased about breaking in new girls,” O muses, kicking the head manager of the organization in annoyance. “I’ve always wanted to blow up a penis. The only thing is he may not live through it.”