Kurt shook his head and chuckled as he pulled his sleeves up. "I'm just a little excited. It's been a while since I last saw you in action."
With that, he glanced out the window, then down at the GPS on his phone. "We must be arriving soon, aren't we?"
Stefan nodded, then instructed Kurt to park the car they had stolen from Diablo at the side of the street before trudging into the hotel.
The hotel was, in fact, just a disguised brothel.
The moment they stepped out of the car, they could hear the chilling screams of a woman wailing in agony.
At that moment, Stefan could feel his heart leap into his throat.
Without another moment's hesitation, he sprinted toward the room where the sounds were coming from.
A tall, burly man stood guard at the door. When he spotted Stefan and Kurt, he immediately stopped them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Stefan glanced at the man with a frown, then without hesitation, cocked his fist and punched him.
The man did not see this coming. He staggered backward, still lightheaded from the impact, and Stefan shoved him out of the way and sprinted up the stairs.
Kurt, on the other hand, paused for a moment before turning to the man and apologizing, "Sorry. My friend here's kind of in a rush."
With that, he followed Stefan's footsteps.
The woman's screams and the men's cackles got louder as they ascended the second floor.
Stefan kicked the door open, his weapon poised in front of him like a madman.
The image of Gwen and her multiple suicide attempts materialized in his mind.
How she had gotten pregnant after her traumatic experience…and how she had almost taken her life.
Stefan's eyes were bloodshot.
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