My stomach lurched into my throat at the sight before us. These girls were easily half my age or younger, definitely nowhere near eighteen. And even if they had been, whatever was happening in here was far from okay.
Selene stepped up and pointed a menacing finger at Layton, calling him out. The girls in the center of the room froze when they saw us, their eyes pleading for us to help. They would be our first priority.
"Step away from the kids, you slimy old f*cks," Selene called, her knife suddenly appearing in her hand.
"What in the Hell are you doing here, Selene?" Layton redid the button on his pants and his eyes darted around the room, looking for an out. We were blocking the way to the only exit though.