Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: The Evidence

!!!! **** WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIALS THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS DRUGS, WEAPONS, VIOLENCE, TALK OF SE.XUAL ASSAULT, CHILD ABUSE, SE.XUAL ASSAULT OF CHILDREN! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! **** !!!!

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Tae/Computer Guru/CG’s P.O.V.

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We all watched Psy.cho storm up to the door of the warehouse. We were quiet, all of us having that same heavy feeling in our guts. All the kidnappings have felt personal considering it was going on in the town we lived in, the town we practically ran. However, this one felt a little more personal.

We had no reason to believe that our club was involved in this in any way. I mean, no one was attacking us, framing us, or even bothering us. So, it doesn’t feel personal on that level, but… We all knew Leah and Jace. I mean, none of us were close, but I know that Psy.cho thought of them as family.

Now, it is personal.

The door was locked, so Psy.cho kicked it in, taking it off the hinges as it smacked the wall. There were a few lights on, but the place wasn’t that bright. It was huge though. There’s even a second floor. Large wooden crates sat in rows throughout the whole place. At the far end from us was a small desk littered with papers. There were six filing cabinets surrounding it

too.

“What’s in all these crates, CG?” Karma asked me.

“Not sure,” I told him. “I only had time to glance at the live–feed for a few minutes before switching it to the decoy and trying to distract that guard.”

“If I had to guess,” Havoc said. “Weapons.”

“Drugs,” Psy.cho muttered.

“And… exotic pets?” Karma mumbled, phrasing it like a question.

I looked at all of them, each staring at a crate in a different row. I turned around to inspect

the one closest to me. It was completely bare other than one small label that could be easily ripped off.

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Endangered Furs.

What the hell?

+25 Points

“They’re running a whole pyramid scheme,” Havoc said. “They have like seven side gigs along with trafficking kids.”

“This one’s labeled supplies,” Karma said, looking at a different crate.

“Should we open one of them up?” I suggested.

“Found this crow–bar,” Psy.cho said, handing it over to Karma.

Karma busted open the box and set the crow–bar down. We all peeked inside with confused looks. When we read supplies, we were thinking canned food and water, or maybe first–aid supplies, or medicine, or even some kind of gear. We weren’t expecting… this.

“Are these… kids‘ clothes?” Havoc muttered.

“All fancy sh.it,” Psy.cho ground out. “All in little girls‘ sizes.”

“There’s a few boys‘ outfits too,” I muttered as I pulled them out.

There were even shoes and accessories.

“What the hell is this?” Psy.cho asked as he pulled out some strange, long rope that was hiding under all the clothes. It was long, scraggly–looking, and definitely was old and overused. Overused for what though?

“A rope?” Havoc said as he grabbed it. “There’s blood on it.”

“Why is somethin‘ like this in a box labeled supplies?” Karma mumbled.

I shifted through more clothes until my fingers for a different object. Several actually. Of the same thing. I pulled one of them out and held it up, my blood boiling.

“Is that… a shock collar?” Havoc asked.

“There’s several down at the bottom,” I ground out.

“What the hell kind of supplies are these?” Psy.cho asked, seething.

“Tools for control,” Karma muttered. We all looked at him as he stared down at the little girl’s shoes in his hands. “We know that they’re sellin‘ these kids off, but what if there’s more to it? What if they… train the kids first?”

“Train them?” I asked, horrified.

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“To make them complacent,” he replied.

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“Okay, but that would mean they’d have to keep the kids somewhere for a while before selling them off,” Psy.cho said. “Has to be somewhere around here, right?”

“Not necessarily,” I said. “They could be sneaking the kids out of town easily. Especially if they have the cops to help.”

“So, how do we find where they’re keeping them, or how they’re getting out?” he asked.

I looked at Karma, wondering that myself.

“CG, go check the cameras and that laptop on the desk,” he ordered. “The three of us are goin‘ to spread out and see if we can find anythin‘ else.”

We all nodded before going our separate ways. I sat down on the folding chair and opened the laptop. It was password protected, but easy to get around. These people are either amateurs or just that co.cky. The laptop was mostly clean other than a few encrypted files.

It took me quite some time to break out the first file. It was a list of the names of all the kids that had been taken. Along with it was a list of kids they saw as potential. It didn’t seem like a hit list though. More like… something to consider. Though, we did suspect that they were taking kids when they saw opportunities. These guys aren’t just stalking a family to get a perfect opening, they’re stalking an entire town.

The next file had a little more detail. Well, details on all the kids. Much like what Psycho found at that house. They must have backed it all up just in case. There’s more here too. Strange facts about the kids, their “punishments” they’d receive, their progress in “learning“. It was all bullsh.it and Karma was right.

They’re training these kids. According to this, they are sent to a place labeled SD where they are trained to “behave” for their future masters. It even fu.cking says masters. The kids are labeled on a scale from 1 to 10 on how good or bad they are. It even has details of what punishments work best for what kids.

They whipped a ten–year–old girl 20 times… They locked a five–year–old boy in a dog cage for three days… They even stripped down a 12–year–old girl and presented her to a room full of strangers. The note with that said that she was very complacent after that. They labeled it as a good teaching technique.

“What the fu.ck…” I murmured to myself.

This sh.it is making me sick.

The last file was the hardest to break into. I was a little bit impressed considering how sh.it

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they were at everything else. However, I know understood why. As if everything else wasn’t

bad…

This file must have been put together by whoever is helping SD kidnap kids. Their insurance policy. It’s full of emails and text message conversations. There are even voice clips from phone calls. The sheriff, or whoever, made sure to have their a.ss covered in case SD ever flipped on them. It’s a treasure trove of evidence.

And the worst of it all? It came with pictures and videos. All the things they’ve done to these kids. All organized by age. Next to the files of each video had the letters PA or SA. I wasn’t sure what that stood for, and I made the mistake of taking it upon myself to find out.

The first one was labeled by the child’s name, Elise Walker, and had a PA next to it. She was in the file for ages 11. The sound was off, thank god, because the first thing I would have heard was screaming. The poor girl was completely naked. She was on her knees, but being held face–down by two other girls. A man with light brown hair and blue eyes was behind her, whipping her back. She was bleeding already, but he didn’t stop at all.

I turned it off quickly, not able to stomach more. I was nervous to open the next file. It read: Olivia Redrick, SA. She was also under the age 11 file. My heart began to race as I clicked on the video. What I saw had me reaching for the waste–basket under the desk and throwing up everything that was in my stomach.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” Karma asked as he came up behind me. He looked at the screen and I quickly paused the video. “What the hell is this?”

“Evidence,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath still. “Of some grown man se.xually assaulting an 11–year–old girl.”

The video was of the little girl being forced to give a grown man a blowjob. You can’t see the man’s face, but you can see that he very much was forcing her. She was bawling her eyes out, and I once again was thankful the sound wasn’t on.

“What the fu.ck…?” Karma muttered in shock.

“There are tons of videos,” I told him. “I’m talking hundreds, Karma. All labeled by age and… Well, I’m assuming the SA stands for se.xual assault and PA must stand for physical assault, maybe? I’d… have to watch more videos to know.”

“Can you copy it all?” he asked.

I nodded as I pulled out a clear USB drive and plugged it in.

“It’s going to take some time. I gotta hook up a link for us to their camera system too and hide it,” I said. “Doesn’t seem like whoever their tech guy is, is that skilled. Chances of them

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finding out are slim.”

Karma gave me a nod.

$25 Paints

“Get it done,” he said. “We’re gonna trash the place afterwards to make it look like Psy.cho stormed in lookin‘ for drugs or some sh.it. That way they’ll think he’s hidin‘ it from the club. We’ll leave the papers untouched.”

“Got it,” I replied as I got to work.

This is going to be a long fu.cking night.

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