Chapter Seventy Three

I raised my handgun. There's no time to start making a leisurely, methodical scan of the chamber like in the cellar. So, Peter wrenched the door wide open and walked inside, his handgun up, ready to take out any remaining rottens. I'm close behind him, moving up on his right so we could keep an eye on each other's backs.

The entertainment room resembled a warped version of the chamber where the girls were being imprisoned. Shackles dangling from the ceiling and were chained to the partition to prevent his little entertainment from escaping and eating him. There were now two unsavory visitors in his lounge room. One was shackled to the furthest facade, while the other was fastened to a lengthy podium, like in Dr. Melendez's tests. I trembled simply gazing at them, thinking what atrocities John had perpetrated while imprisoned here.

"There it is, dangling on a handle."

Following his eyes, I saw a house key twisted around a handle on the distant partition.

"We'll have to get that rotten