Dirty Secrets, Dirty Hands..

JASON

“ So, he hasn't woken up yet?”

The jerk has been sleeping. I'm not concerned if he's dead or not. That's the least on my mind.

After leaving Madelyn to catch up with Hattie, I made for the secret room downstairs. No one knew such a room existed, no one but Grandma and the men who built the house. I crept down the dark hall which led to the secret room.

I always loved it down here. I stopped by the banister of the stairwell leading into the darkness. The sounds of mice scurrying made echoes in the vaulted ceilings.

My men were already there, taking turns in beating crap out of him. The secret room and it's hallway was connected to the art room downstairs. Behind the large painting of Medusa, was a secret passage way.

I never have dirty linens, so it was built just because I wanted it to be built. But, I do have a good cause for it since Madelyn's slumber.

“ Wake him up. I'm here for a friendly chat.”

The dark figure pressed forward, knife gle