
“Whose voice is it?” peek at a police agent.
“The voice comes from the top floor.”
All pairs of eyes were there, then gazed upstairs, to the source of the sound coming from.
“We check there first.”
All the police agents then switched, immediately heading to the source of the voice. They passed through a rusty brown threaded staircase in the handle section.
Until finally they arrived in an open room, among all the other rooms that were closed.
“Please! Please!” From the room again shouted a little girl whose condition was tightly bound in a wooden chair.
“Gosh!” The police agent who saw it immediately entered the room.
In that room, there was not only one little girl tied up in a chair. But there were a few other little girls who were also tied up in other chairs.
If you count ten children tied up in that room. The conditions are all awful. Some were pale, seemingly not eating for days.
Some are unconscious too, some are cold and some look depressed.
“Quick untie them all,” said a police agent.
All the police agents who were there later after moving quickly, removed the rope that bound and shackled the small bodies of the hostages.
“These two children are unconscious. And must be immediately rushed to the hospital.” A police agent found another child unconscious with an ice-cold body, but still breathing.
“I'll call an ambulance after this.” Another cop chimed in.
“Thank you, for letting us go. We're afraid of that handsome kaka. They hurt us.” A little girl spoke with trembling and a clear water flowing from the corner of her eye.
“You are all safe with us. Don't be afraid and worried anymore. That monster guy you mentioned is now crouching in the bars. So there will be more touching or injuring you all.” One of the police agents gave an explanation to calm them all.
Because after all their psychic condition must be disturbed, also shaken by the events that befall them.
***
During the day the French regional police station was crowded again. Inside the office, police agents questioned the victims, the little girls who were victims of Louis Sanderman's depravity.
“Well, what else did that man do to you, little girl?”
“After persuading me and giving me a lot of toys, the older brother took me to the old building. She ... touched my body after taking my shirt off. And he ...” The police agent asked the little girl not to continue her testimony that part, because to be honest, hearing the sexual violence happened to a minor, made her heart feel crushed.
Two hours later the parents of the victims came to pick up their daughter, so the police contacted their family members.
“Mother!” A little boy ran and clutched his mother.
“What's wrong, Sarah. Everything's gonna be okay, honey. The vile man will get the right reply for hurting you.” The woman hugged her daughter crying as she pleased.
The mothers of the other victims did not accept it and strongly protested the actions of the damned Louis Sanderman.
“Louis Sanderman's Law is heavy!” there were a lot of women outside the police station.
They did not accept Louis Sanderman's aberrant behavior at all, and demanded severe punishment for the man.
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Thank you everyone who has supported me despite not commenting here. This story will end tomorrow. But it will continue with the story of his son Detective Carl.