Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 1036

Chapter 1036: Pushover

Vespera looked at the captive’s face above the pistol.

Vespera’s killing intent struck the room hard enough to make Mara flinch behind the shadow lattice. Darkness surged beneath the pimp’s shoes and climbed her legs while she tried to drag her captive through the rear door.

"I’ll shoot her! I’ll-"

Vespera’s shadow clamped around the pistol and wrenched its barrel toward the ceiling. It fired as another tendril peeled the woman’s arm away from the captive’s throat.

A broad coil caught the captive around the waist and lifted her clear. Vespera set her behind the lattice beside Mara’s cage while the pimp screamed over the breaking bones in her gun hand.

Mara reached through the bars and caught the woman’s wrist. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Here! Come here!"

Vespera drove shadow hooks beneath the pimp’s ribs and pulled them outward. "I’m truly treated as a pushover in this nation," the Shadow Monarch noted with a flat tone. "To think I’d stop because you took a hostage... I don’t even know her name."

Bone splintered through the human trafficker’s suit as her chest tore open, exposing her lungs between the broken ribs.

The woman choked on blood. Vespera crushed her head against the rear door with a coil of shadow, smearing brains across the wood before dropping her gutted body.

Vespera’s cables wound around the cage locks and ripped them free. Metal snapped along the row, and she pulled the doors open before letting her protective lattice sink back into the floor.

Mara kept hold of the rescued woman’s hand as daylight reached them through the rear doorway. Vespera was standing over the dead pimp, the darkness on her face retreating enough to reveal her eyes.

Mara tried to speak. She wanted to ask whether they could leave, whether anyone would stop them, but her throat closed before she could get the words out.

Vespera stepped through the rear door and dissolved into its shadow.

...

Rook’s teams reached the warehouse to find its entrance torn open and the guard’s head lying beside his body. Blood dripped from the ceiling lamps onto the casings strewn beneath them.

Ellen stopped beside a rifle cut cleanly through its receiver. Farther down the aisle, headless bodies lay piled against the loading doors, where someone had tried to hold off Vespera with a barrier.

"She went through all of them..."

The security officer beside her, a woman named Irena, looked from the broken weapons to the trail leading into the office.

"Come on. I heard someone."

They found women still sitting inside the open cages beyond the office.

Mara had made it as far as the doorway of hers. Beyond it, blood covered the route to the exit, and the guard’s torn-off arm lay beside her cage with its fingers still closed around the pistol.

When armed people entered from the office, she pulled her companion back inside.

"No, please..."

Ellen stopped beside the dead guard. She looked from the open doors to the women crowded behind them, then lowered her hands where they could see them.

"I’m Ellen. I’m with Eclipse, a newly formed guild. The woman who came through here is with us."

Mara understood enough English to catch that last part. She looked past Ellen toward the men following her.

Ellen turned to them.

"Could you cover the bodies? We need a path through here."

She crouched outside Mara’s cage while the cleanup crew unfolded their sheets.

"May I come closer?"

Mara nodded to her, still holding her companion’s hand. When Ellen offered a bottle of water, she took it but couldn’t make her fingers turn the cap.

"Here. Let me."

Ellen opened it and gave it back. Mara passed it to the woman beside her first, watching her drink with both hands wrapped around the bottle.

Farther down the row, another woman was speaking urgently in a language Ellen couldn’t understand. She pointed toward the office, repeating herself until a collector went to look.

He returned with a box of passports.

The women began getting up.

On the office computer, the collection team found photographs of the women arranged for buyers, with prices beside their names. They preserved the sale records and the messages from the people purchasing them.

Irena brought in keys recovered from the pimp’s pockets. She knelt beside the nearest captive and unlocked her collar, then moved along the row while the women held their hair out of her way.

"Rook, we need transport for survivors," Ellen said into her phone. "Clothes and interpreters too. I’ll send the languages as we identify them."

She listened, then looked toward the office.

"And somewhere else to take them out. They shouldn’t have to walk through the warehouse."

A security officer checked the rear alley while the cleanup team cleared the doorway. Ellen stayed beside Mara, helping her companion wrap a borrowed jacket around her shoulders.

"We can go?" Mara finally asked.

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