DOMINIC
This place was like a f*****g maze.
Twists and turns in the dark, damp soil filling my nostrils as I land on the floor with a thud.
Within seconds I was on my feet, my back pressed against a wall, my eyes adjusting quickly to my surroundings.
"Come, Dominic," Lyle commanded gruffly, beckoning me to follow him.
"Where's Amber?" I snarled, bored of his f*****g trail of breadcrumbs already.
Flames of light flickered on the walls that came into view; weathered rock held my shadow prisoner as I followed Lyle, passing grates on the floor that held weeping women.
"Sick fuck." I muttered, avoiding the fingers that were reaching for me, scowling at Lyle.
"Sorry?" Lyle grinned, walking backward. "What was that?"
I refused to answer him, shaking my head as the walls narrowed,
