Urban Harvest: #6

I checked the records of all the seven women. They were runaways, addicts or convicts. They had nobody and nobody was going to come asking for them. They were already as good as dead. It was as if they never existed. Was he keeping these women here under false pretext or was he lying about everything the entire time?

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Without thinking for a second I stormed into Will’s office and asked for an explanation. What angered me was not his acceptance but his lack of compassion.

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“So what if they are fugitives? They are already a burden to the society. The world is better off without them. In fact the world should be thankful to me for sheltering them under my roof.”

“You call this shelter Will? Look at them. The youngest of them- Amy. She thinks she’s going to meet her mother, when we both know she is never getting out of this place. Will, please listen to me. There is still time. You can stop it.”

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“I am sorry Debbie. It’s already done. I signed the contract three hours ago.”

“But the contract is invalid without my signature. I am never going to sign for such a heinous crime.”

“Not anymore. It’s been already taken care of.”

“No...” that’s when I struck him. They tried to pull me off. I felt a sharp jab of pain on my shoulder. 

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At this moment I realized I was failing.

I heard his mumbled words through the darkness that swept me.

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When I woke up, my head ached. I looked around and found no one. I looked at my watch. I had been unconscious for nearly eight hours. My throat felt dry. I saw a pitcher of water. I had a quick drink.

I had to save them. But, I didn’t know how. That was when I heard the key turn in the lock. I looked up. It was a nurse I had never met before.