~Declan~

My fingernails dug arcs into my palms as I clenched my hands, understanding what the bartender meant by fresh goods. I could taste ash as my molars ground.

Four girls were sleeping against each other in the dark corner of the basement, with rags around their mouths, hands, and feet bound by zip ties. They were barely in their teens. One was still wearing a Hello Kitty top. If I were to look on the brighter side of things, these girls were luckier than Roan and the other three we found ...