We walked through the long hallway that followed after the personnel only sign, then at the end turned left away from the private restroom on the right side. When we turned I stopped and Lucielle let out a gasp.

"What. The fuck is going on here." I growled.

The next hallway was dim, and the ceiling was lined with cages, each probably ten feet long. They all had levers in front of them, probably to lower and raise them, and were boarded up on the outside so we couldn't see in. But one cage was lowered all the way to the ground, and was open, proving that whoever the sick fuck that owned these definitely put people in them.

Lucielle took out her phone and started taking pictures of the cages, and the inside of the opened one. Inside there was only a grimy grey blanket and a water dish, but the floorboard was marked up with what looked like blood stains and other things I don't even want to try to fathom what they are. The hallway had different mechanical things under the cages, and several machines that were clearly hazardous for someone to be living right next to.

We kept walking, slower now that we knew for sure that someone was here. We couldn't hear anything but the air conditioning of the building and the occasional flush of a toilet. Once we exited the cage hallway, we were met with a brighter, zig-zagging hallway lined with rooms. Lucielle took pictures of anything that could help our case; marks on the floor, rooms full of sex toys that looked more like torture devices, a door with a huge hole in it. We saw several bare cement rooms, with just a bed in the middle. None of them looked like they had been used too recently, though.

We kept walking slowly, eventually getting to one of the rooms and seeing that someone was there. We looked in through the tiny crack of the barely opened door. There was a short and kind of rotund man in the room, his back was turned to us and he looked like he was doing something with the bed in front of him.

'It's the doorman. Should we?' Lucielle said to me telepathically. I nodded, and we pushed the door open. I immediately ran to the man, grabbing his mouth so he stayed quiet before he had time to scream while Lucielle shut and locked the door behind her. The man looked terrified, squirming and trying to get my hand off, but I held him tightly. The bed he had been cleaning was covered in blood.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I growled at him, taking my sunglasses off so I could see him better. And as an intimidation factor. He started shaking and I smirked. "If I move my hand will you talk?"

He nodded, and I moved my hand. He almost screamed and I growled at him, so he stopped. "What the fuck is going on here." I repeated.

"I-I'm just cleaning—" he said, still terrified.

"After what? What happened here to make that." I pointed to the blood mess on the bed. The doorman startled trembling, but before he could say anything the door in the back wall of the room opened. A skinny girl walked out before she saw us and squeaked in fear. I could just stare at her.

Though she tried to cover herself, she was naked, and had bruises all over her body. She looked like she was fed just enough to not be a stick. Her hair and skin was dull in color, and her ribs were pretty noticeable. She very obviously had no fat on her body, though at least she seemed to have some some muscle. She also looked like she had been crying, and it started up again when she saw us.

I glared at the doorman once I saw her, growling again at him. He shook again and managed to say, "I-it wasn't me, I swear! Please don't hurt me!" I snarled.

"Are there more?" I asked. He looked confused. "Are there more slaves back here?" I rephrased, and said more aggressively. It worked.

"Y-yes," he admitted. "I don't know where they are now, b-but there are five more."

I nodded and let go of him finally. "Lucielle, call the cops," I said calmly. The doorman shook again on the floor and I looked at him, putting my sunglasses back on while Lucielle dialed. "Not for you." I said. He looked pathetic on the floor like that.

Lucielle went out to the front area to wait for the cops to arrive, while I stayed with the doorman and the girl. I didn't hold them hostage, the doorman went and helped the girl clean off well and make sure her bruises weren't too bad and covered the bad ones.

Lucielle came back pretty soon with four cops. I made sure to tip them off that the door guy wasn't the one hurting the slaves so they didn't try to arrest him. Two came into the room, one going to the girl and the other talking to me and the doorman. The two others went and looked through the rest of the back area.

We were taken outside where an ambulance was. The girl was brought over there. The other two officers found four of the other slaves in the cages up on the ceiling, having been asleep. That left one more, and I heard the girl tell the officer that they were a male blond Elf.

An officer went back in to find him. It took ten minutes before he suddenly rushed back out, carrying a tiny Elf wrapped in a blanket in his arms. He ran to the ambulance and set the boy down on the bed, gently unwrapping the blanket from him. What I saw that had been done to that little Elf made my blood boil.

He was clearly unconscious, but his face was bruised and swollen like he had been hit. He was naked, his hips were severely bruised as well, and there were red marks and more bruises all over his body. I couldn't tell at first, but once they flipped him over gently I could see that his ass was bleeding. I got so mad that I had to walk away and go back to Lucielle.

'You okay? You're worked up again,' she said telepathically to me.

'No shit.'

Barzethomirr came out of the club and joined us, panting a little bit. "What the fuck happened?" He asked. His lips were a bit swollen and oddly pink. I would have guessed that he had only been making out with one stripper, but there was enough contrast between the lipstick marks on his lips and the marks on his neck, as well as the marks on the side of his face and the ones that we could see on his lower stomach. You know, and the disheveled, half-on state of his clothes. Well, his shirt was half on, his pants were thankfully on all of the way, they were just naturally low waisted.

Lucielle chuckled at him. "How was sex with five strippers?"

"Pretty fuckin great," He smirked. "Okay but seriously, what happened here? This is obviously very serious."

Lucielle explained to him what was going on, as I was still fuming. Eventually Lucielle and Barzethomirr made me come with them back to Hell, even though I was still very angry.