Lily had woken up, to her father, and agent Prentiss at the foot of the bed.
"Hey," agent Prentiss said,"how did you sleep?"
"Fine,"she answered,"have you found Sophie yet?"
"Well, that's what we wanted to talk to you about,"her dad said,"the kid we arrested, says that he'll tell us where his father took her if he can talk to you."
"I want to do it,"she said instantly,"I want to help."
"What?"her dad said, eyebrows raised,"you can't be serious."
"Great,"Prentiss said,"The doctor says that you can be checked out at any time."
"Lily, I don't want you alone with that punk,"he said,"the last time he was alone with you he tried to kill you."
"Then don't make me go in alone,"she answered,"come in with me. Handcuff him to the table. I won't be in any danger."
"He'll get in your head. He'll try to prove that he's dominant over you. No offense baby, but you aren't prepared to interview a killer,"
"He already got in my head before, when he was hurting her,"Lily admitted,"he tried to name us. He called her mama, and he called me baby girl.
She was resisting him. She was staying strong, and I just gave into him like a coward. What kind of person would I be if I let my fear get in the way over finding my sister? I'm doing this dad, and no one. Not you, or mom, or that asshole is going to stop me,"she said with complete certainty.
"I had him put you up here, so we could talk,"he said finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence,"you see young lady, most of the buyers like to treat their spaces like they're disposable. Like they can just go out, and get a new one, whenever they want. But the nice thing about me is I always look for a particular young woman, just like you. I am a very picky man, so when I spot that perfect angel, I want to make her last."
Sophie struggled to hide her body from him.
"You must be freezing,"he noticed,"there's an extra shirt in the glove box."
She hated the idea of taking anything from him,but it was that, or expose herself to be stared at like a hog for opened up the compartment, and there was an extra large men's shirt inside. She put it on. It reeked of beer and cigarettes.
"As I was saying,"he continued," I have collected many young girls over the years, but whenever I find them a mother, she never quite makes the cut. Then I have to go through the trouble of reselling them, and by then, I'm willing to give them to just about anyone who will take them. Do you understand me?"
"I understand,"she said,"If I screw this gig up, I'll get sent to another pervert, even worse than you, and you'll have to sell me for half of what I'm worth."
"My friend warned me that you had a smart mouth,"he grinned,"that's the kind of thing that would get a woman in trouble."
He grabbed her hair, and twisted it around his hand. She let out a cry of pain. He didn't even blink.
"You're a pretty girl,"he said, while wiping a stray tear from her cheek,"I'd hate to have to get rid of you."
He pulled up to a small house, and stared at her, silently for a few minutes.
"I think the children will like you,"he finally said.
He got out, and then let her out of the car. He put his arm around her, and led her inside. What she saw was disgusting. There were maybe fifty little girls inside, all wore little to no clothing, and he house was filthy.
"Girls,"he said,"this is your new mother."
The oldest girl, who looked to be about ten walked up to her, and said,"welcome, ma'am, my sisters and I are very happy to meet you. If there is anything you need, please let us know."
The man finally took her hands off of her and said,"you will make dinner, then you will come meet me upstairs. I have a surprise for you."