Chapter 15
Crawled out of hell. Out of hell to death. Five dead. Human traffickers. Pimps. Dead on the floor. The prisoner s*x slaves spat on the corpses. Kicked them. Spat more, cried. One stared into wide open graying eyes. That one was dead on his feet, dead dish-ragged to the side of the La-Z-Boy, then plunked to the floor. She looked hard into the lifeless eyes. Snapped her finger you-gonna-wake-up? Spat again…into the bloodshot, sphincter muscles failed, black pupil dilated, sockets shrunken iris fixed eyes.
Blood splatter in some of the eyes gave them a two-tone effect. Two expressions in the face at once. Peculiar looks of the dead. Then the neck and jaw. They go hard. Rigor mortis, not yet. Limp still when the men dragged the corpses, by arms, some by legs. Black red lines on th
