Page 94 of Sadistic Retribution

“Really?” Valley squeals. “She sounds kinda awesome!”

I grin. “3 is hard to explain. No one even knew he was there. His cell was in a dark corner at the end of the hall. He hid under his bed. He was fucking naked. No pillow, no blanket. When Idiscovered him, something had me trying to communicate with him. The poor guy is mute. He doesn’t speak. But, in a really short period of time, he started responding to me. He even hugged me and kissed me on the lips. He was a mess, Val. Crying and shaking, especially when I left. I have to get him out.”

“Oh man... What the fuck? What assholes put him in there? Yes—we will save him too.”

This girl. She is everything good in the world.

“The best thing we can do now is get proof of all the fuckery,” I say, with conviction. “Then, we get the fuck out of here. Together!”

She throws her arms around me. I hug her back just as hard and kiss the top of her head. “I love you, Val. So much.”

“Love you back, Nyx!”

I'm more determined than before to see this through. There's no other alternative. Although I still have so much anger towards the guys, I don’t want them hurt—or worse. But forgiveness? Not even on the radar right now.

Purge

I'm deep in the bowels of Augustine’s files from the computer we stole from his office. Harris has a chair pulled up next to me at his kitchen table. He's good for helping. I didn’t know he had any hacking experience, but he seems to know some basic skills.

“So, these numbers in the files. I think I’ve got it figured out. The top numbers are dates. The numbers after are the patient numbers. The large numbers are monetary amounts. And lastly, the last numbers are dates of sales.” I’ve picked this apart ad nauseum, and the pattern finally became obvious. “Those must be patients that they sold to trafficking. Which means… our fucking fathers must be involved.”

“Fuck,” Harris says, eyes bugging out. “I think you’re right. But see here? These look like dates too, but no monetary amount. Maybe dates they were sent elsewhere?”

“Hmmm... that’s possible, yeah. But sent out where? There's no way they just were sent home. Maybe forced to work for this place in some way?”

“Motherfucker! Purge, I think we have it. Let’s make a list of this shit and show the others.”

This excites me, I finally think I may find every damn secret and crack them wide open.

I jot down a list hurriedly.

01/18/1973

Patient 1

$100,000

03/15/1974

11/03/1977

Patient 2

$150,000

02/02/1979

10/23/1981

Patient 4

01/02/1982

05/18/1995

Patient 5

$250,000