Damon's POV
I swear I don't believe my eyes at first when we walk deeper into this place. What the hell is this? A selling spree? This isn't just a brothel where men pay for s*x. This is something far worse, far more evil. Naked women are being auctioned off at different prices and people are more than eager and willing to buy them like they're objects instead of human beings. The girls are crying in pain and begging for mercy, their voices blending together into a horrible chorus of suffering that makes my stomach turn.
I grab someone passing by, a bald dirty man with stained clothes and rotting teeth. "What place is this?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady even though I want to rip his throat out.
He grins at me like I've just asked the best question in the world. "You've come
