22. His unwilling captive

Erica

It was a dark hallway that ended after ten feet and finally I was able to take in a shaky breath because unlike that dark entrance and creepy hallway, here it was open and bright. So not a dark cave literally, like I had feared.

The insides were no hardwood floor or not even an Italian marble which I might’ve expected, it was a grey floor and bare stoned walls. And even though there were lit scones on the wall, there were also candelabras like I was in some sort of historical or gothic novel. Mario, the old man that was probably the caretaker of this old castle, walked ahead of me as I took in my surroundings.

For a moment, I forgot everything as I took in my surroundings as I needed to know everything I could of this place if I was going to turn his game around on him. We ascended the stairs and Mario turned to the

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