Chapter 230
"Should I be glad it wasn't me?" I asked as I made my way to the painting. It was strange that a man who was so devoted to his wife could have done anything like this.
Which meant he wasn't buying and selling. He was just buying. And he made sure they never got anywhere else but here.
I grabbed the painting and tore it off. At first, I thought he was killing them but that wasn't so. I felt movement when I came here. At first, I thought it was just the rustling of the wind through open channels but it wasn't.
It was a draft. Coming from nowhere other than this painting. It was small so it was hard to detect even for me so I just took a shot.
Glad to see I wasn't wrong. There was a door behind the painting. A door that no doubt would lead to a room where there would be multiple women held behind bars against their will.
