Chapter Nine
Coffins and Cum
The low sun had not yet set when we returned and entered the mansion. Fanny ran ahead, through the door, and was already scampering up the stairs, heading for her room.
“Where’s Mara?” Vidov stood in the dark foyer, scowling and tapping his foot.
“I don’t know,” Karel lied. “She may be outside, somewhere.”
His eyes bored into me. “Well, Karel, then you will have to take Mr. Travis to the cellar. Put him in cell seven, and see that he’s secured. It’s Lady Ilka’s turn to use him, and she wants to have him that way.”
“Yes, Vidov.” Karel touched his forehead in mock obeisance. “Come along, Roy.”
We trod the now-familiar route to the hell-spawned cells beneath the mansion.
“Why cell number seven?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he answered. “Each cell has its own s
