Haunting-Adeline

The whiskey in my stomach sours.
Swallowing down what I really want to say, I mo on for him to lead. He
saunters towards the hallway where the moans are emana ng from.
Steeling my spine, I follow a er him.
We enter through a hallway riddled with doors on either side. The
moans escalate, but now that I’m closer, I hear the notes of fear and pain
laced in them. Cracks of whips, flesh hi ng flesh, and the loud grunts of
men accompany the moans.
Fuck. Think of the child lying on a stone altar somewhere. They need me
more.
At the end of the hallway is a black marble door. Dan wraps his fist
around the knob and pauses before peering back at me, his lips curled with
excitement.
“You ready?”
“Considering I was teased last night, I’m more than ready.”
Dan flashes a malicious smirk before opening the door. I'm met with a
dark hallway, scarcely lit by dim LED ligh ng on either side of the floor.
The hallway is long and almost feels never-ending. And it seems the
further we walk, the narrower it grows. But it's just my mind playing tricks
on me.
At the end is another marble door. I glance back and no ce we were
going down a subtle incline, where I see a small group of men coming
down the hallway in the distance.
Dan opens the door, and we're greeted by a room full of people. The
black marble extends into the room, but the walls are rock. On either side
are long rows of familiar black robes I've seen in the last few videos. The
people gathered in here are speaking in low tones, slipping on the
oversized robes.
My heart pounds, almost in disbelief that I'm finally here. The moment
I've been working towards for so long.
It's surreal.
"Grab one," Dan orders, his tone serious. Without a word, I unhook a
robe and slip it on. The material is silky smooth, but it feels like I'm
wrapping myself in wool. Despite my large stature, the material s ll hangs
past my feet and hands.