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CAUGHT IN A CORNER

NIGHTINGALE

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The person Destros knew who worked for the butcher was a woman in her mid forties who was in charge of the prostitutes at the bar the butcher owned. These prostitutes, both male and female, were here of their own free will. They got paid for their services, but this establishment was just used to cover up his real business of selling human beings off as sex slaves. Madame Doris was the woman’s name, and she wore more makeup than was necessary. Her voice was hoarse from years of substance abuse, and she had a frown that seemed permanently etched on her face. Apparently, she owed Destros a favour after helping her clean up a mess aa while back. But she still wasn’t willing to risk her neck for me despite that. She would only help to get me into the basement where the people waiting to be sold were being kept.

The bar was nice by a lot of standards, it was definitely better than my former place of work even though it wasn’t as exotic as some more expensive bars. It was the
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