Twenty
There was so much noise that I wanted to run away and hide in the corner with my ears covered. The only problem would be that I'd still be able to see the horrors around me if my hands were over them and not my eyes.
"What is this place?" Watson asked.
I ignored him and looked at Mika instead. She stared at the front of the room where three young girls stood in white wedding dresses. That in itself should have been a beautiful image if it weren't for the heavy iron chains around their necks and the dead eyes that looked out from their faces. Even from this distance, I could tell what their expressions were.
One thing was for absolute certain. These blood slaves were not the same kind as Mika.
"We need to get out of here," I whispered to Watt, not wanting to bring Mika any more
