“That  wasn’t even the youngest I have seen in Bernard’s cells.” “How young were they?” Kane asked, not really sure that he would like the answer.  “They were young. I think the youngest was seven… But that was about four or five years ago, so she would be old enough to participate in Bernard’s auctions or go to work at The Pleasure Palace.” “Are you saying that he sent a little  kid to work at a whore house?” Kane demanded.  “Not a whore house. The girls that work there are picked by the clients that frequent the place. In a whore house you provide sex and companionship or whatever it is that your client wants. At The Pleasure Palace, you provide babies.” She whispered. “At least in a whore house you have some semblance of control.” 

It had been a few days since Spencer and the others had arrived. Jess and a few of the others that had arrived to help treat the injured were coming by to assist with keeping them comfortable and medicated until they could get up and move around freely. Most of them had packed up and left for the day however, Bridgette was now staring at a fuming Jess. The older woman’s arms were crossed over her chest as she stood there staring at the young woman that she had watched grow up. Her eyes were glaring daggers at her but at the same time Bridgette knew that she wasn’t really mad at her. She was mad that she had been alive this whole time and been allowed to believe that she was dead. Machine would be getting an earful later, she thought as she took in her appearance. “It really is you?” She  whispered tearfully. 

“Shut up!” Bernard screamed at the crying women. “Just shut the fuck up!”The two women huddled against the wall held their hands to their mouths to muffle their screams of horror. Wide teary eyes watched as he beat the woman until her face was bloody and she was unconscious. Her breathing was labored as she laid there with blood pooling around her. “I may have overdone it.” Bernard grunted. “Abigail, you can come in.” “That was a little bit brutal don’t you think?” She asked, opening the door and looking at the girl still lying on the ground. “Are you satisfied with her punishment?” Bernard asked. “Very. I actually hop

“Bridgette, you need to stop and think about this!” Kane yelled, following her through the house. “There’s nothing to think about.” She said with a stoney face as she made her way down to the bunker. “Why won’t you stop and listen to me?” He argued. “Because you’re just going to try and talk me out of this and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.” She said, starting up the computers. “Goddammit! I don’t want to lose you! I can’t go through that again!” He yelled. “You’re not going to lose me, but you are going to have to trust me!” She said, turning to face him teary eyes. &

“Hey,” Dex said, coming to stand next to him. “Hey. Did you guys get everything sorted out?” Kane asked. “She’s dragging her feet and I can’t say that I blame her. She doesn’t trust anyone except Bridgette.” Dex sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do…. We can’t expect Jess and Machine to take her in. They have the kids so their hands are full.” “I might have an idea….” Bridgette whispered, stepping outside to join them. “What are you thinking?” Dex asked, raising a brow. “Can you call your sister?” She asked, turning her eyes towards Kane.