The Cellar Novels & Stories

Since Holly's hands and legs were cuffed, she indeed could not climb down. "There is no light down there. You must use a torch. The cellar is in the southwest area. There is a door. Open the door, and follow the stairs up to the house above. There is nothing nice to see. If you find children's bones down there that proves that I'm not lying. You can return from where you entered and get people to take the bones out," Holly continued. Elliot looked at Avery. "You wait up here. I'll head down to have a look."

They nod, muttering greetings in acknowledgement to my presence and I respond with a curt nod, walking past them and taking the left path into another hallway. It doesn't take long till we're at the door to the torture room, the cellar as called is a small confinement room where I like to mete out punishment to densely brain wired men who decides to fuck with me. It's completely soundproof with no other exit hole but a door—my favourite playroom and there's one in every warehouse and club I own.