Daxon knew that he couldn't get enough information about the location of the warehouse, so he asked another question. "How many are you in there?"
"I don't know. I was not able to count but I could say that there were about twenty of us there. We all have the same experience. Living in the streets…offered food and shelter…and then waking up in that warehouse,"
"How long until you were all sold?"
The man gave it a thought for a moment before he answered with uncertainty, "There were women, the good-looking ones, that were sold that same day," Daxon instantly knew where those women were probably sent to. "The rest including me were sold on the second day,"
"You all came here," Daxon pointed out.
"Yes. Though there were only four of us left," The man said regrettably but it was just for a fleeting moment because his face became a mask of indifference again.
Daxon frowned. "Where are the others?" He asked even though he already had an idea.