"You're right, it would be very weird for him to hire a disabled person." She looks at him with renewed hope. "Do you mean... you can help me escape?"

"You can bet your fucking ass I can. ...now that you believe me, do you wanna sit, cover yourself, do you want some water?"

"Yes, yes, and yes."

"Okay, I'll be right back.—do your clothes have wires or anything like that? Otherwise you can just fetch them back."

"Probably not? I don't actually know, they say sometimes he borrows equipment from the police... can I borrow some clothes from you just to be on the safe side?"

"Yeah, sure, raid my closet." He rolls to the kitchen then back with a glass of water.

She looks really cute wearing his shirt! It's much too big for her!

...do not get attracted to her, that would be wrong.

He offers her the water. "I want to end that place. I have no idea how to do it but I can do impossible things. I need to know more about it, though. Oh and I also know for a fact that he has some police connections."

"Yeah, I know, I had to give the cops free blowjobs." She accepts the water gratefully. "We're all immigrants. Some of us are here illegally, and he steals the papers of the other ones, so if we try to run the police will find us and deport us."

"Good God, what a fucking creep."

"He's so awful." She sips the water. "I think if you can swing killing him you should."

"I don't know if that'd work, though, not if he has the police in his pocket. Like, if he dies, then what do I do with the papers? How do I make sure you and everyone else isn't gonna get deported or worse?"

"For people like me, who are here legally, you could just steal the papers back. For the others... I don't know. If you make it chaotic enough, maybe they can escape?"

"There's an idea. What more can you tell me about how he runs everything?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Like... The spy thing, that was useful to know. How many people work for him? How many of you are there? How tight is security, how often does he visit, where does he live and work..."

"I don't know most of that, he likes keeping things secret... there's about two dozen of us. Coil's around a lot, he doesn't trust anyone else to keep a firm hand on us. I think the spies are mostly just people he gives money to so they can test us. Caleb's the only real security employee and I don't think he's a bad person, he's just really oblivious."

"...hm. How oblivious? What do you think he'd do if he knew?"

"I'm not actually sure that he knows that he's not security for a normal massage parlor? I have no idea what he'd do, actually, he's a nice enough guy but he doesn't care about anything except stupid phone games."

Sigh. "D'you know where he keeps the documents?"

She sketches on her piece of paper. Office here, hallway here, various bedrooms here, here, and here. "I don't know what this room is," she says, "we're not allowed in."

"Innnnteresting. Who watches the surveillance cameras?"

"He has a security guard. He isn't allowed to talk to us, though."

"So Caleb isn't the only one responsible for all security there."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't think of the other guard. We don't exactly see him much."