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Peter didn’t say a word as Victor reached the end of the stairs. His shoes clicked and hissed on rock. The sound bounced around us, the tunnel we’d reached as narrow as a fucking coffin.
I swallowed hard.
My skin itched.
It felt as if he’d buried us alive.
Lights snapped on as Victor triggered sensors.
One after another, disrupting the never-ending black with pinpricks of illumination.
I passed by a shadowy tomb to my left.
I crashed against the wall to my right.
A cell.
Bars.
Shackles on the wall and a drain in the middle.
The dungeons.
We’re in his motherfucking dungeons.
Victor snickered from his place at the top of the line. His voice was cool and collected like any good tour guide offering facts to his tourists. “I hope you like the aesthetics, Henri. I spent many hours poring over the blueprints from Linlithgow Palace and its ruins. I ensured my builders gave me a replica. Right down to the sandstone, granite, and oak.”
I couldn’t have talked, even if he held a gun to my head.
A few Masters behind me chuckled. “Always love the vibe down here, Vic. Especially love a nighttime play. You can almost feel the ghosts of the tortured highlanders who suffered in the real one.”
“Thank you for saying so, Larry. I’m glad someone appreciates my attention to detail.” Victor looked over his shoulder and smiled. His eyes caught mine. “Are you quite well, my friend? You’re looking a little pale.”
I choked, coughed, and cleared my throat. “I-I’m fine. Just…taking it all in.”
“Plenty more to see. Plenty more. This way.”
Picking up the pace, he yanked Ily along with him.
Her bare feet would be so cold.
Her body icy from the bowels of this earth.
The tunnel meandered like a labyrinth. Widening in places and forking off in others. Dungeons large and small appeared in the gloom. Some with typical looking torture equipment, others with brand-new BDSM crosses, leather tables, and racks full of salacious toys.
I completely lost my sense of where the fuck we were as we stopped at another barricaded heavy wooden door. A guard opened it with another set of clinking keys.
“I thought access this way wasn’t possible anymore?” Ian enquired behind me, his dark skin soaking up the night.
“It wasn’t.” Vic nodded, patiently waiting for the guard to wrangle the damp-swollen door open. “But I’ve had a team evacuate the cave-in and they managed to clear it last week. Just in time for this.”
“Perfect! Much easier going this way,” Larry said.
“I agree.” Victor smirked.
My racing mind latched onto the fact that Larry was here.
The weedy little wretch I’d almost slaughtered.
