Master and ServantIt’s the kind of damp and filthy basement you read about in novels written by the Marquis de Sade or authors who sign their books with only the initial ‘O’. It’s the type of cellar you’d discover in a true crime book by Ann Rule or Gregg Olsen, a shocking chiller about twisted men who keep their victims shackled, naked, and desperate for long periods of time. Men who enjoy seeing their victims suffer, who enjoy playing long, drawn-out, and elaborate versions of cat and mouse.
There’s the whiff of decay and mildew in the air. You just know that beetles, roaches, and other creatures that scurry from the light make their homes here, hiding within c****s between bricks and black areas where the walls don’t quite meet the floor. Somewhere, water drips endlessly. The only ligh
