Chapter Fifty-One
A Dirty Little Secret
***Frederick Applestiene***
As I eagerly pushed the small medical cart through the dimly lit metallic corridors, its wheels screeched loudly, bouncing off the sterile walls like a melancholy echo. Despite its repetitive nature, the noise was a welcome symphony to my ears, a sound that had become oddly comforting over time, and I welcomed it. It signalled that I had arrived at my hallway to the holding pen. The holding pen was my little secret that only Jareth and Jalen knew about. It was a collection of six cell-like rooms I had purposely hidden on the other side of the building, concealed by noise-muffling padding.
If Lorana or Damon found out who I was holding there, it could break our contract, and I needed their blood for my project.
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