Laura paced around the room while she spoke. Camille tried to keep track of her location, but the room was spinning. Her vision was blurring. There were two Emmas pinning her down, almost four, and the constant shrieks of Claire were driving Camille insane.
"And worse," added Laura, "was what you had become. You weren't a huntress anymore. You were a slaver. The longer I lived here, the more I discovered that your weakness bred cruelty. I found out the cost of employment and the risk of those that crossed you. I found Emma. I found where you kept Nikki. For decades you were too weak to give your victims the mercy of death. You fed off them like cattle."
Laura's voice was iron, cold and sharp. Camille heard echoes of it bouncing around the room. It mingled with the cries of Claire and the soft reassurances of Lucy. It rang through the cold eyes of all six Emmas digging their nails into Camille's flesh.
"Tonight you get justice," said Laura.
