Chapter 115: What Hurts More?
Step by step, Dante descended into the basement of the Dragon’s Lair.
Each step was carefully measured as he made sure to breathe. It was a test to himself, building the basement like he had. He knew that it would bring about memories best forgotten, but at the same time, he refused to let something so... minute... get the better of him.
He was the master of his domain, and nothing, not some bitch or some betrayer, change that.
Nodding to the guard that stood beside the heavy metal door, he waited patiently for the man to open it. Usually, he didn’t bother with a guard here. After all, the basement rarely had visitors, but right at the moment, he wasn’t taking any chances.
Besides, the guard was as much for keeping the two prisoners inside from escaping as he was for keeping Tank from killing them.
Letting the door slam shut behind him, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
"Who is there?" demanded Brittney, her voice coming out strong—much stronger than her circumstances warranted. Maybe Tank wasn’t too far off when he said that there were more traitors working with the cunt.
Remaining silent, Dante picked up the same wooden chair from his dreams and brought it in front of the two chained prisoners.
"Dante," murmured Brittney. "Have you come to save me? You know that I would never go against you... that I would never do anything to harm you."