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Sophia didn't know what to say. She couldn't bare the thought of going back to Alik, they didn't get along at the best of times and if she went back and gave him a reason to bully, there was no telling what foul punishment he would come up with for her.

'Come now my dear,' whispered Mr Doe putting his arm around her waist and leading her into hotel. 'It's not going to be that bad after all.'

The hotel room was big and lavishly furnished. The walls were painted a rich gold and mounted with enormous pictures of the ocean and magnificent scenery of countries Sophia had never seen before. The room was divided in two halves separated by two huge stain glass sliding doors. The side that they had walked into was clearly the living room area. In the middle of the gold painted room was a perfect square of white leather three seater couches. Mr Doe waved Sophia into the room.

'Pay no mind to that dear,' he smiled at her. 'Hasn't been straightened up from the last little party we had.'

Sophia gazed around the room in awe, she had never seen such a lavish place in her life and since she had been brought to Somalia she had forgotten what luxury looked like.

'What kind of party?' asked Sophia walking around the room touching and admiring the art.

'Let's take a seat on the couch and you'll find out,' said Mr Doe.

Bryce caught a taxi out of town and made his way back to the quarry. He was better prepared this time and had brought a hammer and a screw to pop th padlock with and his camera to take some pictures. Bryce quickly made his way back to the quarry and popped the lock open with the hammer and screw driver. Once inside he forced open all of the closed holes and got to work taking pictures. In the weeks since he had first come to the quarry, the smell had increased a tenfold. The stench of rotting flesh was so thick in the air that after every photo Bryce had to step outside for a few minutes and catch his breath. After three hours he had taken pictures of all the holes except the one Lacie was in, he had purposefully saved that one for last. He kicked the the planks off the hole steeled himself to face the horror inside. He took a deep breath and then gazed into the hole. He was ready to see the rotting corpses floating in maggots and bile, but the hole was empty. The bile was still there, the maggots still wriggled and swam in it, but Lacie and the bodies of the other girls had all been moved. Bryce photographed the empty hole, on the outside of the hole there were drag marks, Bryce guessed that the bodies had been dragged out of their and put into a bag or container or something. He shuddered to think where the rotten corpses were moved to after the quary. Bryce packed his gear back into his bag and was prepared to leave when he heard the sound of a car coming towards. Bryce froze, he knew that regardless of who found him here he would be in for a very unpleasant conversation with them. There was nowhere for him to hide.