After breakfast Damon escorts Ana outside. The tents had been put up. Ana thought he meant camping tents. She didn't know he had circus tents.

"These aren't circus tents, Little One, they are event tents. Although, now that you mention it, the events are much like a circus after all." Ana ignores him and his chuckles as she looks up in wonder at the small chandeliers as they are set in place and turned on.

She enjoys the feel of Damon's hand as he takes the hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. "Even your tents have chandeliers. Where does it end, Damon?"

"Where does what end, Little One?" Damon asks getting down on one knee to better face her.

"The wealth and waste. You are so used to it you don't see it do you?"

Damon takes a look around and has to admit that she's right, "I'm sorry, Little One, I don't."

Ana gives him a small smile, "It's okay. You were raised this way. The chandeliers in here alone could feed a family of four for months. Likely the material used in this tent could pay for their housing and other costs for the same amount of time. It's wasteful, but beautiful."

"Tell you what, Little One, you help me be less wasteful and tell me how to help others, okay?"

"You mean it?" Ana looks up at him with shining eyes. In that moment Damon felt like a hero instead of the villain he knows himself to be. 

"I mean it. I'll set up scholarships and funds to help those less fortunate. Deal?" Damon smiles at her and holds out his hand.

"Only if you help me do the same," Ana looks at him with hope.

"Of course," Damon replies and sees her smile with true happiness. He loves this little girl so much.

Ana takes his hand and shakes it. He calls Calum over and talks to him about what they wish to do. Calum looks from Damon to Ana in disbelief. "You're going soft Damon. Spider will be all over you, not to mention the new comer that is trying to eat our borders."

A hard and dark look takes over Damon and Calum shivers at the smile he gives. "They can try, but they won't like what happens when they do."

Calum looks over the girls as they are shepherded into the tent. Some of them are fairly decent looking. "Hawk would have gotten a good bunch of money for this lot. If he would have fed them any ways." It is obvious that many of the girls, those likely held for some time, suffered from lack of food. Calum scowls at the bones showing on them.

Ana is furious at the state many of the girls are in.

"Damon, is this normal, to starve the girls before auctioning them off like cattle?"

Damon shrugs, "It depends on the one that gathers them. Hawk only cared about the underage girls younger than you. The others brought him money, but like my father he was wasteful."

"Do you use the auctions, Damon?" Ana hadn't ever thought to ask him that before.

"I haven't used them since I took over, but my father had me go there every time to buy and sell." Damon believes in being truthful with Ana.

"Oh," he doesn't pay much attention to her little answer. 

He has the girls line up. "I want the virgins over here." There is a shuffling of girls and a small group make their way to where Damon is pointing.

Ana frowns. There are two girls that are identical. "You aren't a virgin?" She goes to the girl that remains  in the main group.

"I was when we were taken, but the ones that grabbed us, decided to have some fun. They knew that their boss wouldn't mind as long as one of us remained untouched." The girl replies bitterly.

"Damon?" Ana demands.

"Had they remained pure, the both of them, they could have earned up to two million. Just this one alone not even a million." Damon is angry. Pure twins are worth a lot on the black market, even if they were as ugly as sin.

"Bring me the ones that gather the girls," Ana's voice is cold and angry. Calum nods and leaves as fast as he can. He doesn't want whatever Ana has planned for the men to fall on him.

"Were any others here virgins before they were taken and are no longer so because of these men?" A few more raise their hands.

One female, "I was a virgin, but it wasn't the men that collected me that raped me. It was the guard they kept over us. Said that he wanted to teach me what I'll be doing for the rest of my life."

A tic appears in Ana's cheek, her eyes are hard as she turns to Damon, he nods and calls Calum.

"Those that were virgins before you were taken take a place between Damon, that man over there, and myself."

Almost half the girls move over to where she instructed them. Damon watches Ana carefully. He can tell that she is beyond angry. Furious doesn't even begin to touch on how she feels.

"Damon, how long does it take to bring those men to me?" Ana demands.

"It seems that they don't wish to give themselves up." Damon thinks they are smart not wanting to, but doesn't think that is going to help them any.

"Have Calum bring them all. It won't hurt to have the men watch what happens to men that rape the females." Damon has a sinking feeling in his stomach at what she's going to do. He calls Calum up and has him bring them all.

"Girls, I want you to identify those that raped you, would you do that for me?" Ana asks gently.

The girls are afraid to answer her, "There will be no harm or repercussions to you if you do as she asks." Damon assures the frightened females.

The girls look at each other then at the young girl in front of them. They all nod and mutter a soft yes or variant there of.

As the Hawk's men enter the tent tensions from the girls go up. The men line up and look at Ana uneasily.

Ana looks to the girls, "Well?"

The ones raped by those that collected them were the first to point their fingers. Those men were pulled aside. Then the female that first dared to mention the guards started pointing her finger, soon the other girls did too. When all was said and done six men were lined up awaiting Ana's wrath.

Ana holds her hand out and a whip is placed there. Each man was whipped according to how many females accused them. One man was a bloody mess and wasn't likely to survive. Damon sighs a breath of relief, but realizes that it's too soon when she pulls out her knife.

She cuts off their penises and then stuffs them in their mouths. They slowly bleed to death.

"Glad I decided to have the inspection out here. They have just gotten done cleaning up the blood from my study." Damon says watching to see if her anger is alleviated yet.

Ana isn't amused but she turns her back on the dying men. 
"Will you finish your evaluation of the girls, Damon?" Is all she says.

Damon has the men return to their cells for now. It won't be much longer before they will once more be called to the tents. He thinks that they will willingly give oath to Ana, if only so she doesn't dismember them.

"Disrobe, girls." Damon's voice is loud in the silent tent. Some of the girls jump startled at it, tearing their eyes away from the sight of their rapists dying neutered in front of them.

Some of the girls are smiling pleased at the action done on their behalf, but all of them disrobing as quick as they can. They are now used to men coming in and looking at their naked bodies.

Damon would walk behind and around each girl asking questions and occasionally touching one. One of them he lingered over, "Is there a problem, Damon?" Ana asks sarcastically. The girl in question is a full bosomed female and from what Ana's seen of the girls Damon dates, the girl is his type.

"No, there is no problem, Ana." Damon lets his eyes linger for some time over her. She is the last in line.

"You can get dressed now." Ana gives the order and the girls jump right on it.

"Damon, if you can tear yourself away from her, could I talk to you for a minute?"

Damon pulls his eyes away from the girl and turns his back on her, walking over to where Ana waits. Tapping her foot impatiently Ana watches Damon slowly make his way over to her side.

"Some of them have been trained to dance, Ana." Damon says getting down to business. He makes sure that he doesn't turn to look at the bombshell he just left.

"Oh really?" Ana gets a nasty smile on. "Well then, to get an accurate amount we'd need to have them dance, would we not?"

Damon's smile was all it took for Ana to understand that the last bitch is one of the supposed dancers. "Get some music in here. And you might as well invite the men in to watch." Ana's eyes glitter dangerously but Damon doesn't notice.