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My footsteps echo against the ancient stone as I trudge along, praying I’ht direction and that I won’t end up in the dungeons Or cohosts But then I hear a noise echoing froh so-drawn-out wail echoes along the walls A fist cla heart,in the other direction

Another moan sounds

Where the fluff is a crucifix when you want one?

The nextinto Alexander than whatever lurks down there But then the tenor changes, and I freeze in place

Did that ain?

Surely, that’s notthere must be better places in the castle to have sex on the do

Say, the kitchen Or behind a screen in a display room

My steps are al the hallway to where the light spills from an open door I’ if I don’t have to And if the “daddy and his baby” don’t want to get busted, they should’ve closed the door behind them

Nope, not a voyeur, I think as I draw closer Especially as it al Or Chrissy and Mr McCain Or maybe all three of them!

E I press le

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that!”

I’ll just close my eyes as I pass

But then, so other than a moan sounds from the open door

“Okay, so what do you want?”

I freeze again, this time due to the distinct lack of sexual undertone in that question Weird, considering only a o, it sounded like someone was about toyou know

I hear the voice again, though the conversation is one-sided and mostly indistinct It’s Griffin, I know that for sure, but who’s he with?

I etstruck off, then I’ll be no use to you”

I take a super quick peek around the open door,back before I try a second ti the other way But Griffin isn’t looking out of theRather, his head is dropped between his shoulders He’s sitting at a desk that looks nothing like Isla’s or Alexander’s It’s easily as old but less ornate, the patina worn, and the wood scarred

His laptop is open on the desk, and I find nal is like down here Worse, I iine The room is old and full of brown cardboard boxes, the kind that holds box files full of docu area, tea sets, or whisky decanters down here, and I suddenly feel a little sad for him