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“She's too young to play,” I say darkly.
“Well, there is an exception to every rule son.” He gestures around the darkly light room like it's his palace, and I watch as the light fixtures dim, a red glow filling the room,
“After all I dare you.” He winks and every piece of sanity within me switches off at the sight. Jayson's grip tightens on my arm, and I realize distantly I must have started moving towards the asshole.
After all, there was only one game at the Black Mansion that had two players. And I’d sooner light myself on fire than let Blondie participate.
“How do you play?” Her musical voice fills my ears and I wish I could snatch the words from the air and burn them to ashes. My angel didn't know what she was agreeing to.
“Oh, it's quite simple really. A girl like yourself should have no trouble playing along.” He catches her wrist between his fingers and brings her hand to his lips, and it's only Tristan's hand on my shoulder that keeps me from ripping him to shreds.
“You just need to be good at following orders.” His eyes darken and I watched as his grip tightened on my Rose's hand, causing my breath to hitch, “Will that be a problem?”
“Yes,” I replied at the same time Rose uttered a harsh “No.” Surprising both me and the boys. Gripping her waist I turn her to face me,
“You're not seriously playing Rose. You don't know what you're agreeing to.” Her nose scrunches in anger and in any other scenario I would have kissed her for that gesture alone, “It's the only way to get my paintings back. I’m playing.” She turns away an I grab her wrist pulling her back to me,
“No you're not.” She quirks a brow at me and the fire in her gaze makes my cock throb. “Kaleb,” she hisses, “I need those paintings. I need them. They are a part of my soul and I intend to get them back.” Her eyes turn pleading and just like that I’m drowning in ocean blue, my senses turning to dust. “The question is are you going to make me play alone?” The question comes out strong but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes and it amazes me that she would still think that I would let her into the lion's den alone. I’d sooner cut off my own hand than let another's near her.
As if seeing the answer in my eyes, she turns towards my father,
“Do we play here?” She asks and I regret all my life choices leading up to this moment.
“Oh no not here.” My father smiles then, the gesture the closest I’ve ever seen to reaching his eyes and pure dread fills my blood.
We follow my father farther into the darkness, the only flicker of light being the occasional glimpse into one of the open rooms. Each one designated for one's personal erotic fantasy. Each one burned into my eyeballs since I was nothing but a mere child. Now I was an adult soaked in sin. The innocence stolen off of me like a cloak I could no longer hide behind.
After walking down memory lane for what seems like eternity, we finally reach the door we've been searching for.
My least favorite door.
The one my mind still paints nightmares about.
Leaving no time to breathe, we enter the room and I watch as no more than a hundred faces shrouded in red-tinted shadows look our way. No doubt the regular elitist crowd my dad liked to collect for little displays of only the most twisted of palettes could enjoy.
“Let's play a little Dare.”
A slight murmur runs through the crowd and my hand grips Rose, pulling her behind me.
“It's not too late to back out of this,” I whisper desperately into her ear.
“Since when were you scared of anything?” She smirks back at me, her blonde hair kissing her bare back, making me shiver.
Since I let the monster in me care about the angel in her. I thought bitterly before gripping her waist in my palms and pressing my lips to her ear,
“The Black Mansion has dark secrets, Angel. Ones that can hurt you.” I whisper into her hair and watch as goosebumps spread across her skin.
“Wow, careful Kaleb it almost sounds like you care.” My blonde pixie winks at me before shuffling out of my grip and trailing my devil of a father deeper into the lair. Her hips swaying dangerously in that damn dress I just had to go out and buy her.
Fuck. Me.
The lights dim even darker in the barren room. The space was only decorated with small round tables. A room designed for dining, for entertainment, for watching. And tonight we were the ones to be watched. The ones on the menu. I only hoped my little Blondie didn't bite off more than she could chew. The Red Room was child's play compared to this and I couldn't stop the prickle of dread that filled my stomach as the lights turned red. A surefire tell that the show was about to begin.
“Get on the stage.” My father's voice rang out in the now silent crowds. The watchers' identities were all safely hidden behind their masks. They all liked to hide. To pretend that the world didn't know how truly messed up they really were. But the world did know, they were just hiding from themselves. And now hiding from us.
Shaking, I watched as Blondie's delicate legs made their way up the stairs and onto the bare stage. Her black dress swallowed her whole and made her look like a shadow in the dark room. Powerless I stalked after her, fire roaring in my blood, making it impossible to think about anything else but getting to her. Stepping forward as if in a daze, my foot only managed to graze the first step before the wind knocked suddenly out of me, my lungs collapsing in one painful inhale.
What the hell? The thought scraps my mind before I’m being pushed back and shoved into something hard and metal. My hands are yanked and I realize I can't move my arms or legs. I’m being tied up.
