Angel In The Club

Chapter 61

Damian jumped out of his car seat with a new sense of purpose. He was going to set a trap that they would easily fall into. He walked around to the back of the massive house and went to the back door. He retrieved the key out of his pocket and opened the door. It was imperative to not give away his presence by opening the front door and raffling up the mat.

He had to be meticulous with his task. Courtney had promised that she would text him when they arrived. He takes his phone out of his pocket. It comes to life with a screensaver of stacks of dollar bills, going up to high heaven. No text messages. he placed the device back into the pocket and stepped into the kitchen. Firstly he opened the cabinet drawers and emptied the knives that were stored inside. Damian placed them in a safe place, where no one would look for them.

He wasn't going to leave anything to chance. He made his way to the famous basement, that once housed nine girls at once. His father had the foresight and had built the door for the basement in the main structure of the house. But hid it in plain sight and still not easily found.

You had to be deliberately looking for it to find it and sometimes that proved to be a challenge. He went to the living room and started feeling along the surfaces of the wall beside the television for a doorknob or a groove for the door. He was feeling like a blind man for about five minutes when he finally felt a hard metal knob.

He twisted the knob and it clicked. The door wasn't fully opened, so he braced and kick the door in and it swung open, with a loud protest. He looked at his hands, they were filled with thick layers of dirt. He brushed his dusty hands on his pants and felt along the walls for the light switch. He flipped it on and the small space was lit up with the harsh, blinding lights. He stepped down the stairs and the wood panels creaked under his feet.

The second thing he was hit with was the moldy and reek smell of the place. It was as moldy as a, hundred pairs of wet, dirty boots, that were not put out to be sun-dried. The scent of stale piss was strong in the air and made for a repulsive stench. Damian thought happily that if the bullet from the pistol that he had stuck in the waist of his pants didn't kill that woman, the scent would. That's a fine idea he thought locking her up in this place down here and then allowing her to rot and die of starvation.

That sure would give him much more satisfaction than pumping bullets into her body as she would die instantly. Instead, he imagined her nostrils and olfactories being filled with this awful scent. Her lips would start to chop like cracked concrete and then her mouth would become dry as lint balls. She would start to grow weaker and weaker each day. Her head would feel as if it was tearing open, coupled with the pungent scent and her growing hunger. 

She would then start hallucinating and seeing him coming towards her and choking the life out of her. He will pray for that to be true, she would pray for death and it wouldn't come. She would feel the life force spilling out of her body in small installments until she was dead. Damian liked that idea but what he liked most was killing Amanda and all the others right in front of her while she had to sit and watch.

Yes, that had a certain ring to it. When he stepped off the last stair a wall of dust sprang up from the ground where his shoes landed. Damian coughed and waved at the dust particles and ventured deeper into the room. He went ahead and touched the heavy padlocks that were hanging off long chains, that secured the huge cages. 

The cages were filled with rust being oxidized by all those years of piss and often times faeces. He had enough for those good for nothing sellouts if the situation called for it. He knew that they would come in handy one day

He navigated to the space behind the cages, where his insurance policy sat snuggly in the corner. He knew if tonight didn't go as he planned, he would have to use it and eviscerate everything and walk away.

He touched the metal handle of his pistol and went back up the stairs of the moldy basement. He went through the hidden door and went to the main lobby area, where he would set up camp.

He dragged a stool to the corner of the room and turned off the lights. He took out the gun and placed it on the tiny center table they had at the center of the entrance. He also turned off the kitchen lights just to make sure no light rays were bounced towards him. Damian went back to his spot in the room biding his time and waiting till they twisted the doorknob and burst the door open. He could only imagine the shocked look on Britney's face when she heard his voice. He pulled out his phone and saw a small red envelope on the phone screen. He tapped on it and it opened to a message from Courtney. 

They were about five minutes from the house and down at Gingerlot Street. He shut the screen off and slipped the phone into the pocket. He hated to think that Amanda was conspiring against him too. He knew he wasn't the best boyfriend to her but he wasn't a monster. He had loved her in his special way.

They did not meet in the old conventional way either. She was an employee before he realized that she was possibly the love of his life and he could not live without her.  She had a good sense of humor and that's what he liked about her most and she also had a knack for standing up for what she believed in. If it was up to her, he would have ended the business and probably gone into real estate and become an office rat.

When she pleaded with him to stop she was always conveniently half-naked, wearing a tiny panty that covered only a quarter of her. She was a master manipulator. He would think about stopping and setting the girls free and just living a normal honest life but he couldn't imagine living a day to day on a lousy paycheck. His father wasn't as successful as he was now. Back then most men had wives that they were trying to be faithful to. The way the society was set up now if you were married, it was like the ultimate permission to cheat. 

Wives were cheating on husbands and husbands were buying sex anywhere they could get it and that's where he comes in. Most people wouldn't recognize his contribution to society but he thought no one knew that what he did was needed and beneficial and it made a difference.

It was beneficial for the guys that weren't cool enough or handsome enough to get a girlfriend or wife. When they came to him and presented their money, they would get the hottest girl and a head filled with memories. Damian heard faint laugher and chatter coming up the driveway and it grew louder and louder. He sat up and selected the pistol and held it tightly in his hand.

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