Proserpina

I stared at the man in some trepidation; Lucien had never directly spoken about him but Danielle had filled me in on the sadistic monster who stood before me, smirking.

Another man entered the room behind him and I felt my skin crawl. He was deeply tanned, his shaven head gleaming and his small eyes were cold, like chips of glass. I felt a peculiar sensation as he stood at the door, his powerful arms bulging as he crossed them. His eyes were on me, unblinking, small, ...