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Savior’s looks like the type of club I’d expect to run an elite sex dungeon

and perform rituals.

The main room is massive. The stage is right in the middle of the room, a

large pole front and center with a girl swinging around it—completely

naked. Her ts bounce as she li s herself up, wrapping her long legs

around the pole and bending backwards, her breasts on full display as she

gyrates her hips.

I don’t bother looking at her body. What I look at are her eyes. And it

takes control to keep my jaw from clenching when I see the telltale glazed

film in them. Black circles decorate the flesh beneath her dead gaze, and I

want nothing more than to carry her out of here and get her somewhere

safe.

Bi ng back the anger, I chant to myself in my head that all these girls will

be saved. Just like the other clubs, I’m going to get them all out. There will

be nothing le of these fucking gentlemen’s clubs when I’m done.

And then I’ll move on to the next city, the next state, the next country if I

have to.

I refocus on the rest of the club as I work to keep my face blank and my

breathing even.

Evidently, I’ve walked into a place where people enjoy the taste and look

of blood.

The ambiance is dark and moody and shows clear signs of sadism. The

ligh ng is dim, the shadows swallowed by the black walls and furniture.

A deep red, the color of blood, is accented across the en re area. Red

frames around old age pain ngs that indicate devil worship and sacrifice.

Red shades around the mini lamps adorned on each wall. Red glasses,

ashtrays, and drinks… And red heels and ou its that are covered in real

diamonds and crystals.

Though I wouldn’t exactly consider their clothes as ou its. More like

strings of fabric and jewels.

Yet, they managed to make the place drip with elegance and money.

“Zack! So nice to see you here,” a voice booms from behind me.

Arranging a calm, but pleasant look onto my face, I turn and see a man I

recognize very well. Daniel Boveri.

He’s a lawyer for the president, and someone Mark mingled with o en.

He’s a charming man—the tall, dark, and handsome type. With his thick

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