Knights to the rescue

Ronan sits in his Porsche a couple of feet away from the abandoned warehouse. Blaze covering the East side and the rest of his crew fanned out in their own vehicles. A separate van is waiting to transport the stolen girls to safety.

“Wait for my signal,” Ronan says through the comms. A collective ‘Affirmative’ and ‘Roger that’ are heard.

Ronan’s grip on his steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white from the tension, his jaw clenched almost painfully. He takes one last drag of his cigarette and drops it out of his car window. That’s the signal.

His team immediately jump out their vehicles, they surround the warehouse with the stealth of a shadow. Ronan is the last to leave his car before he walks in the warehouse. Blaze flanking his right, Marco flanking his left and Luca taking up rear.

His team have the aim of snipers as they take down the guards in the matter of seconds making them all drop like flies. Silencers were attached to sidearms in order to prevent any noise, but the whizzing noise of a bullet passing someone’s ear is not something you can miss.

Blaze, Marco and Luca taking down multiple men with a single shot each. They’ve all been trained for this ruthlessly, they know exactly what to expect and how to come out unscathed.

Ronan holds a fist up when he hears the scream of a small girl, his blood boiling at the sound of a man groaning in pleasure. Ronan doesn’t hesitate before kicking the door down. A collective gasp is heard from the traffickers as they find out they’ve been discovered. But the leader of the Knights feels nothing but pure fire burning in his veins from the scene before him.

There are a total of 10 girls in the room, between the ages of 10-15. All of them are wearing clothes that make them look like china dolls. Pink frills on the skirts and bows adorning their hair. What makes matters worse is that they have make up to make them look like porcelain dolls.

But that is not what sets off Roman and his team, nope! It’s the fact that the girls are all being subjected to some sort of sexual act. Three of them tied to four-poster beds, their hands above their head and their legs spread wide duct tape on their mouths to prevent them from screaming as a vibrator pumps in and out of them. Four are sitting in the laps of a few men as they finger-fuck them but these girls are drugged and more compliant. Two are giving lap dances also drugged. But the one that screamed is the more sober one and the oldest at not 16 as Roman initially thought but she is 17 forced on her knees giving the man before her a blowjob as he thrusts deeper in her mouth.

A roar of absolute rage tears out from Ronan’s throat before he advances on the men and puts a bullet through the skulls of three. Before the others have a chance to react, Ronan is onto them like a man possessed. His fists connects with their jaws and the sickening crack of bone is heard.

He whips out his Dagger, the blade was cruel as it glinted under the harsh lighting, the hilt however was the star as it was the head of a black dragon with red diamonds for eyes and it’s mouth open. Ronan knew exactly where to stab the men just to immobilise them without killing them. Until only two men are left and Ronan smirks bearing all his teeth which is even more menacing than facing his wrath head on.

“I am going to enjoy breaking you down, slowly, painfully. I am going to make you wish for death, but won’t let the Grim Reaper collect your pathetic souls until I have had my fun with you,” Ronan growls. “Take these fuckers down to the basement, and if they end up with shattered knees on the way, even better.”

Luca cracked his knuckles, “You got it, boss. I’m going to make them cry tears of blood,” he chuckled darkly before grabbing two men and hauling them up. Luca was a big man who looked like a he bench-pressed trucks in his spare time.

Blaze and the others keep their heads down, eyes on the floor as they pass warm blankets around and cover the girls before untying them. Blaze slowly peels the tape off the mouth of one of the girls wincing when she whimpers, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You’re safe now,” Blaze coos softly.

Ronan can see the tears filling Blaze’s eyes but he blinks them away not wanting to appear weak in front of the girls.

“Who are you?” the 17 year old girl asks Ronan.

The girl was beautiful with big emerald eyes and ginger hair with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks.

“A friend,” Ronan replies softly. He grabs a blanket and covers the girl with it, “Can you walk? Or do you want some help?” Ronan asks.

“I’m okay… I think. I want to go home,” she sniffles softly.

Ronan felt his heart clench painfully in his chest and he had to swallow the lump forming in his throat, “You’re going to the hospital first to be properly checked over, and then we will call your families there. What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Rachel Mead,” she replied in a small voice.

Ronan nodded and outstretched a hand, one of his men passed him a teddy bear which he passed along to Rachel, “It’s not much. But I hope this can provide you with some semblance of comfort.”

“Thank you,” Rachel says softly and hugs the teddy bear. “Do you have chewing gum I have a weird taste in my mouth.”

The innocent way in which Rachel asked Ronan nearly made him weep as he choked back a sob.

“Here you go, Kiddo,” he says softly, his voice hoarse and eyes misty as he handed Rachel a chewing gum. She took it gratefully and chewed thoughtfully, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Something about her, perhaps it was her innocence, reminded Ronan of his Little Enchantress and he had to resist the urge of not only castrating the men but also gutting them all like a fish in front of the girls.

He clears his throat, “Alright, let’s move out.”

He brings up the rear making sure that no one was left behind, “Is this all the girls?” he asks Blaze.

“Um, there was one more…” Rachel whimpers.

“Where is she, sweetie?” Marco asks her softly.

“The… the bad men got to her and she… she didn’t make it, she was screaming a lot so they… they cut her tongue out but she… she choked on her blood and died,” Rachel cries.

Ronan, Blaze and Marco felt the ground beneath them shake as they struggled to comprehend the sheer magnitude of what the you girl must’ve gone through. The fear, the pain and then the death.

“She was my twin sister, Rebecca.”

An uncomfortable silence fills the space which is broken by Rachel’s sobs and the thundering of Ronan’s heart banging against his rib-cage. Ronan looks up at Blaze to see his eyes rimmed red, they share a subtle nod. They know exactly what to do and they’re going to make it look like bloody child’s play while making it hurt worse than anything the perpetrators had ever experienced.

“I swear on my mother’s grave. I am going to make their death so slow and painful they’ll remember it in Hell,” Ronan vowed.