![]() ![]() I raised my gun and stopped beside the wall. I felt an increasing sense of dread as I approached the door. The closer I got to the room where she had been holed up for years, the stronger the putrid smell became. ![]() My heart sank as I reached the bottom of the stairs. They smelled musty the furniture had been covered with sheets for years. Moving as quietly as possible, I checked the first-floor rooms. Standing as still as a stone, I listened for any sounds. “Shit!” I hissed as I covered my nose and mouth with my forearm. The second I did, a vile smell assaulted my nose. I fixed my hat so I could see the whole hallway as I crossed the threshold. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my gun. The old hinges were broken and the wooden door smashed. They would incur the full force of our revenge, and they wouldn’t see us coming. They deserved all that our fucked-up minds could conjure up. Because what I had planned before was no longer painful enough. I thought of how we would take each one down. ![]()
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