We have all been standing in the same position, without saying a word, without making a move, Steve, Matt, and I have hidden all evidence of weapons, our faces masks of innocence and love, and the good part is we do not have to pretend and try to be nice, it was expected of us, seeing the children in the position we found them. The only guard slash servant present here was long transferred to a land of no return, the door has been locked shut.
"Key? Find the key to these cages hurry," someone has to snap back to attention and act quick, quicker than the evil butler. The little girls all scooted back into their respective small cages, hugging their knees close to their chests. How could someone be so cruel to do this to them?
"Don't be afraid, girls," I made a move to do the introductions. But even after I kept my voice baby soft and cooed at them they did not respond in the affirmative, what the hell did that Saint do to them? What Did He Do? I was seeing red, no doubt there.
