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We passed a few empty rooms whose doors were open. There were all sorts of interesting equipment in the rooms, and I definitely had questions about what they all were used for. That one had spikes…definitely not sexy at all to me. But I guess to each their own.
But really, where did the spikes go?
We got to the staircase and paused at the top, another staircase from another time creeping into my memory until I finally pushed it away.
The last thing I needed right now was to be distracted by a flashback.
When we didn't hear anything, we crept down the carpeted stairs, which were excellent for noise control.
My breath started to come out in light pants the more we descended the stairs. I'd never thought that stairs would give me flashbacks, but here we were.
"Are you all right?" Remington whispered, his hand going to the small of my back as he looked at me, concerned.
Get your shit together, Aurora, I chided myself.
"Peachy," I told him, biting down on my tongue hard enough to make it bleed. The iron tang of blood was enough to center me.
Fuck, I was acting like a fucking vampire.
At the bottom of the stairs was another hallway, this one with luxurious black marble flooring, and dark red painted walls.
The decorator had definitely understood the assignment. It was all very sex dungeon-ish.
Also definitely not the vibe I would have wanted when losing my virginity. But maybe Remington hadn’t cared.
I side-eyed him, wondering just how kinky he was, not that I should be surprised if he had some interesting tendencies. He had hunted me down in the dark, after all.
There were rooms lining the hallway, most of the doors propped open as they had been upstairs. There weren't any windows in the rooms down here, and since it was the basement, and the lights were off in all the rooms, I could only see the bare outlines of the “equipment” inside. There didn’t seem to be anyone down here, and I was beginning to get concerned that his mom wasn't actually in this place.
Double doors flanked the end of the hallway, and Remington stopped me right in front of them.
“This is the room,” he murmured, his face looking a little gray and his eyes pinched with worry and trepidation.
The floor plan hadn’t shown another entrance into this room, which I knew from the plan was the largest on this floor, so we basically had to go in guns blazing because they would see us right away.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked him, and his eyes turned cold and hard, very unlike anything that I'd seen on Remy's face before.
He nodded.
As quietly as I could, I pushed down on the handle on one of the doors and it clicked open, immediately leaking sounds into the hallway that resembled a bad porno.
Remington was lightly trembling behind me, and I knew it wasn't from fear—it was from fury. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the door open a bit wider and slipped into the room, immediately wishing that I had bleach for my eyeballs.
The scene in front of me was truly the stuff of nightmares. The same scarily thin woman that had been in the video his father sent to his phone was spread out on an enormous bed decked out in red satin sheets. She was completely naked, and her hands were hogtied behind her awkwardly. Surrounding her were three disgusting-looking pale men with almost identical fat, soft stomachs that told of a lifetime of fancy dinners and too much drinking. They were pounding in and out of her, filling every one of her holes, while Remington's father sat in a chair pulled up beside the bed. His hand was feverishly stroking his long cock.
Remington stumbled and cursed as he slipped in behind me. His father had seen us by then, and there was a wicked grin on his face as he took us in. He bit his lip as his attention moved from the top of my head to my feet, obviously mentally undressing me, and his hand began to move faster up and down his shaft. I struggled to keep the bile down, because fuck, that was disgusting.
The other three hadn’t turned their attention to us yet, too busy trying to get off. Lifting up my gun, I aimed at the man who was choking her with his dick, and I shot him in the head. Blood sprayed everywhere as his body fell backward. Head wounds did always seem to bleed more.
Remy's mother was so beaten down, she didn't even flinch when it happened. Remington's father was stumbling out of his chair, though, darting for a pile of clothes I saw a few feet away from him laid out on a couch. He was an idiot, because he hadn't kept his gun right next to him even though he had to have known that Remington would come.
The other two assholes had pulled out of her body and were trying to struggle off the bed. Luckily for me, the bed was enormous, and with how large they were, they hadn’t gotten far. I shot one of them in the throat and was about to take care of the other when a shot rang out from behind me. A bullet hit the third man in the chest, and he lurched backward.
By this time, Remington’s father had made it over to the pile of clothes and was digging through them, I assumed looking for his gun. I shot at his hand, intentionally missing by just a few inches, and he roared as he sprang backward.
“You stupid bitch,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
"I’ve been called worse," I responded sarcastically, walking towards him with my gun aimed at his chest. As soon as he took a step away from the couch and his clothes, I darted to the bed to check Remington’s mother’s pulse, knowing that Remington would have a gun pointed at his father.
