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“I’m not the one holding us up. And stop swearing,” Pet said.
Did a prostate-tickling, anus-diving sex fairy, who lived for bathing in bodily fluids, just tell him hislanguagewas offensive?
He twisted the deadbolt and pulled open the heavy door. “Stay, Pet. I mean it.” He went to venture downstairs.
CHAPTER TEN
Damien flipped on the basement lights at the top of the stairs, grumbling profanities under his breath. What was Sky doing here?
Does she think she can make me feel guilty? Make me suffer with this haunting?
Who the hell haunted people anyway? Just because she was dealt a bad hand did not give her the right to thrust her spirit on others. We all needed to carry the burden of our fates alone. Take his situation, for example. He’d been cursed to live in emotional isolation for all eternity. But did anyone see him running around, inviting himself into other people’s lives or whining about his fate? No. He’d accepted his lot, the outcome of his choices.
“Won’t see me going around haunting people.” He reached the bottom of the stairs, surprised to find the basement completely empty. Very clever on the Browns’ part. Anyone who might come snooping around, say a nosey journalist for example, would be thrown off.Nope. Nothing to see down here.Just a bare concrete floor and one light fixture.
He went around the bend, finding the metal grate exactly where Pet said he’d find it.
Damien lifted the grate and descended the second set of very narrow stairs.
Immediately, the scent of rotting flesh and feces hit him.
He pulled out his monogrammed handkerchief and covered his nose. At the bottom of the stairs was a dangling string. He gave it a tug, and floodlights came on.
Dear gods. There had to be over a hundred cages around the perimeter of the cavernous room. Some large. Some small.And still occupied?
Damien stumbled back, almost falling onto the staircase. A dead woman with dried blood around her mouth lay slumped over on the floor of her cage. Piles of fur and desiccated skin sat in the other cages.
“They were killed and left here to rot,” Damien muttered. He had no words.
Damien’s eyes gravitated toward the open door of a room off to the side, where bright lights glowed over a bed covered in a plastic sheet and dried blood.
He entered, holding his breath. The stench was overwhelming.
Chains, handcuffs, and rope dangled from the legs of the bed.
Christ.The people responsible for this were monsters.
Damien turned to leave, noticing a small trash can next to the door. He leaned over it. Inside were dozens of shriveled-up fairy wings, fangs, and skins. Bottles of unmarked clear liquids were mixed in with the body parts.
Lubes?Damien jerked his body back.
How could anyone do this to another living creature? It was one thing to traffic them, but this was a whole other level of sinister. The people responsible had tortured these beings. And, from the looks of it, they’d gotten off sexually.
Damien’s stomach rolled with a wave of revulsion as his imagination filled in the blanks. The sort of abuse that had occurred in this room was unlike anything he’d ever seen. They’d torn off the wings of defenseless fairies. Annoying or not, they did not deserve that. These people had pulled the teeth of vampires and weres. They’d skinned some of these creatures alive.
With reason, Pet never wanted to come back here.
These men had to pay. They could not be allowed to get away with this.
The rage and anger began to build. Damien’s blood suddenly turned icy, and his heart began thumping like a loud drum.
Shit.It was happening—the darkness deep inside was rising to the surface, sliding under his warm skin like a freezing hand filling a leather glove. The gentlemanly costume he’d sworn never to remove began to crack as an unrelenting rage saturated his body. The urge to kill filled Damien like an old familiar friend.
He groaned, unable to resist what was begging to be let out.
Hello, tailor. I’m back,the toxic voice inside rumbled with deep satisfaction.First, I want to skin these people alive. I want to hear them scream. Then I want to hear them beg.
Damien cleared his throat. “Welcome back.”
