EIGHTY

~ Emmy ~

"Does Matteo know we are here?" I asked as we walked down a corridor.

"This place stinks of piss and rotten food." I whispered to Rae.

"It's flesh, not food." Wyatt chimed in ignoring my actual question about Matteo. "And it complements the hideous wallpaper. Don't you think?"

"I guess." I snorted covering my mouth and nose with my hand. "Why does it smell of Rotten flesh?" I asked knowing I would not like the answer before a chuckle left Wyatt's shady lips.

"Because peeling someone's skin off is a good way to get them to talk. And peeling the skin off the one they love... while making them watch, is also a good motivator." He added as if he was talking about the damn weather in Spain.

"How do you not find him alarming?" Rae groaned, feeling my stomach clench.

Good question. I knew the feelings I felt brewing for him were unnatural, wrong and most likely going to land me in a huge pile of shit, but I couldn't help them, any more than I could help taking my next breath.

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