Chapter 85
"Serephina will make you clean up your mess," Mason-Claude said. He made it sound like she'd spilled her milk. Ivy walked down the rest of the steps in a hip-swinging glide. "Serephina will not care. Broken glass and flame have so many uses. " I didn't like the way she phrased that. The basement was black. Black walls, black floors, black ceiling. It was like being in a great dark box. Chains hung from the walls, some with what looked like fur on the cuffs. Straps dangled from the ceiling like obscene decorations. There were. . . devices placed throughout the room. I recognized some of them. A rack, an iron maiden, but most of it was like looking at b*****e paraphernalia. You were pretty sure what the point was, but not how it worked. There were always more holes than I could figure out
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