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“Can we hurry the fuck up so we can get out of here?” I snarl at him, as he looks back at me, no doubt pissed about my abruptness.
“So, when we get down there, it’s fucking huge. The first rooms will be his playrooms. It’s where he prefers to express his sexual tendencies. Beba will be back where he keeps the prisoners and where his torture rooms are. They warded those rooms from magic. You can’t perform magic inside of them, or push magic into the room.”
“Well, fucking great!” I’m at a loss for any other words to say.
“Come on, I don't like her being held here any longer than she already has been. Miles, are you positive she wouldn't be in one of the front rooms?” Landry pipes up, concern in his voice.
“As much as I fucking hate to say it, yes. I'm a hundred percent positive. I’d stake my life on it. Okay, guns up, be ready. Landry, I don’t know how the room will affect you if you’re shifting since it is a form of magic, so I’d stay in human form unless it comes down to needing to shift.” Miles glances between us, his piercing eyes seeking confirmation that we understand.
Miles must get the response he needs as he turns, opening the door that leads to the basement. Much to our surprise, the door’s unlocked. Guess Mr. Michaelson figures no one will come down here without permission.
The staircase is winding and dark. If it wasn’t for my vampire sight, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. Jack and Landry are blessed with wolf sight so this is nothing for them, but I assume Miles must have made many trips down here to not need lights.
“We’re at the bottom,” Miles announces softly, a glimmer of light shines out from underneath the first door, catching not only his but our attention as well.
“Let’s check here. Maybe we'll be lucky and it's her. If not, then we take out someone who may deter us when we’re trying to get the fuck out of here."
Miles steps up to the door since he has magic, with Landry close behind him. I follow the two of them while Jack holds guard by the door. Opening the door, we start to hear grunts. Miles looks back to us whispering, “Soundproofing.”Fucking rich people!
In the room before us, is an overweight middle-aged man. His hair is graying and thin. He’s got a young girl on the bed, held in chains, as he pounds into her from behind, oblivious to three men stalking up behind him. He slams his hand down on her ass as she screams out in tortured agony. She’s definitely not a willing participant.
“Keep screaming bitch and I’ll carve up that pretty little face of yours. Men will look at you the same way you look at me.” His words are harsh as he speaks to her.
She quickly muffles her cries. Miles moves up slowly behind him, grasping the vase off the table and lifting it up with his hands. I quickly place my hand on his shoulder, stopping him. This fucker is mine. I move quickly coming up behind him, one arm reaching around, holding him by the chest, and pulling him back against me. My other grabs his head and pulls it to the side as I sink my teeth into him and begin drinking his blood. His blood tastes as rancid as him, and I feel his life leaving him with each drop I drain from his body.
Sucking the last drop from him I let his lifeless body drop to the floor, glancing at Miles who has moved to the bed to comfort the girl while giving her clothing to cover her naked body. Her foot was encased in a restraint with a chain leading to the bed rail. Using his power Miles quickly zaps it, causing it to unlock and fall off of her.
“Thank you,” she manages to squeak out through sobs. “I just want to go home.”
“What’s your name? How old are you?” Miles asks her, anger on his face because this slip of a girl barely looks like she’s sixteen.
“Esmelda. I’m eighteen. They took me while I was out in the woods behind my home a year ago.” Her whole body shakes in fear,
“You’re coming with us. We’re looking for our friend that was taken. Have you seen another girl?”
Her eyes go big at my mention. “Yes,” comes out in a whisper. “She’s in the room at the end of the hall. They sent me in to clean her after Hugo visited her. She’s … umm… she’s been beaten badly.” Landry is out the door at her words storming down the hallway no longer caring who sees him coming.
“I’m going to kill the motherfucker!” he growls.
“Stay here. Wait for us, we'll be right back. If someone comes, lock the door and hide. Do you understand?” She’s a crying heap, but she frantically nods her head in acknowledgment. “Get some clothes on.”
I chase after Landry, Miles, and Jack already in hot pursuit behind him. He passes by the rooms on either side of the hall, not even bothering to open the doors and check if she’s inside.
“Landry! Stop!” I call out to him, my voice low but loud enough that he could hear with his enhanced wolf hearing. When he doesn’t respond I whisper-shout again. “FUCKING STOP! We need to be fast but we need to be thorough. Get your fucking head in the game and stop.”
“WHAT? The woman I love is here in one of these rooms and I need to find her,” he growls out through clenched teeth.
“She’s not just the woman you love. I love her too, wolf,” Miles pipes in, anger in his voice. “But we don’t know what’s ahead, and we need to be careful. He could have anyone guarding her.”
“Stop both of you.” I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. Not knowing who it is, I pull it out to check the message.
“Really, you’re taking the time to answer your phone,” Landry spits out. Cutting my eyes at him, I read the message from Hunter.
Hunter: We found Mav, Beba is in the dungeon and in bad shape.
“That was Hunter,” I say, cutting my eyes at a pissed-off Landry. “He has confirmation Beba is down here, but that she’s in terrible shape.” I can already see the concern on his face for the one he loves. “Let’s be logical and take our time. We need to get her without drawing attention to us. Miles, what's further down here? Tell me about the torture rooms.”
“We still need to go about fifty more feet, then we take the hallway to the left. If there are guards down here, that's where we will run into them. He has four torture rooms, each with a different theme to them, He’s a real sick fuck. Then, just past that are the cells. Six in total,” Miles explains.
