I’ve been in this business far too long to know better. Getting taken can happen in a single second, when you’re doing the most mundane thing that every single person does every day. Walking to their car. Walking in or out of a store. Putting gas in your car. Going on a walk in a park. And some even force bait to knock on your door and ask for help. “Well, to get our fill before the main event, of course. We have the perfect appetizer picked out just for you. One that resembles your own meals at home. It’s safe to say you'll join me, yeah?” My fists tighten until I hear the bones crack. The appetizer is a little girl. One that apparently looks similar to the girl who was in the picture I showed him at Savior's. He went out and handpicked a girl based on what he thinks I like. I’m past the sickening feeling that stirs in the gut and makes you want to vomit —I’m seeing red now. The red of his blood, leaking from his throat as I slice into it. The red flowing from his mouth as he slowly suffocates. I see so much red. “Of course,” I say breezily. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Make sure the men are watching over Addie while I’m gone,” I remind Jay, tightening the tie around my neck. It feels like a goddamn noose, and playing nice with these men tonight is the proverbial bucket being kicked out from beneath my feet. Socializing with some of the most depraved men to ever live certainly feels like hanging myself from the ceiling rafters. They deserve to die, and instead [ll