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CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 04:36:16

Lyla’s POV

My hands hurt as I scrubbed the blood off the floor. Lois stood there with a cane, supervising us. “Scrub harder,” she screamed. A sharp twack echoed across the room and the came landed across the back of a girl. “Make this entire room clean.”

It has been four days now. I had realized some things.

Firstly, we were never left alone. Either the dwarf, or Lois were with us. Secondly, Lois did not care if the men that tripped in and out of her house decided to touch any of the girls. Infact, she only complained if a man hit a girl and if they tried to rape any without condoms. Everything else was fre, and they took great pleasures in it.

I learned their names, their jobs and faces. Regular men, some of them. Mostly truckers that went on long journeys. The dwarf collected the money from them of course, signalling when they had to go.

Then there were the men that had the crowd mark. They were loud and the most dangerous of them all. They rarely came though, and apparently they on
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