Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Twenty Four

|Twenty-Four|

|Jesse|

Driving over to Dom's wasn't as interesting as I thought it would be. There was nothing to look at on the drive over there. I wanted to fall asleep while Blair drove us to his mansion. I've never been to Dom's mansion even when he was alive since I was in London the whole time. However, I heard rumors about his place and what used to go down. Apparently, his mansion was one of the biggest out of us all. I could never figure out how he had the biggest one. The man probably never worked a day in his life. He probably used the bank accounts of people who had died.

Arriving at Dom's mansion was not what I thought. It wasn't just a mansion, it was an estate. There was a whole garden in front of his mansion, blocking his whole place. Blair veered off the side of the road and onto an area that looked like a parking space. I quickly got out of the car and started to walk inside the labyrinth of Dom's garden.

When I finally made it to the doors, I cursed. His place was huge, wrapping around the area like some sort of serpent. The house itself looked haunted and worn down, but you could tell there were at least a hundred rooms in there.

Blair pressed the doorbell and chuckled. "It's looking like he's compensating for something. Having a big house like this and probably a small wanker."

The door opened and there Dom stood, opening his own door. "Evening gentlemen, I'm sure you're loving the place. Come in."

I stared at Dom, not seeming to take my eyes off the huge scar he had on his face. He looked like the beast before the curse lifted. This man was tall and imposing and I looked forward to his demise soon. He gave me a knowing grin and my fists itched to come in contact with his face.

Blair nodded at him and followed him inside. I tentatively walked in, noting that nothing seemed out of place. There weren't even any succubi in the vicinity. At least no one that I could immediately see.

"You two are the first ones here, make yourselves at home. Feel free to check out the mansion," Dom replied, walking away to an area which was probably the dining room.

I stood where I was standing. Part of me didn't want to wander, but I knew it was better than being in a room with Dom. I might feel the need to wring his neck for being resurrected.

Instantly, my legs took me to the spiral staircase in the corner of the room. I held on to the railing, knuckles white. Heart beating fast, I felt as if I was going to see something that I really didn't want to see. However, I wanted to see what it was. My body sensed other succubi in the vicinity. There was one succubus that felt weird though. I followed the weird feeling into a long dark corridor. There were five doors and one of them was slightly ajar. I walked into that door, determined to remedy the bad feeling in my gut.

The door squeaked as I pushed it open. Inside it revealed that it was a bedroom of some sort. There was a small twin sized bed in the corner with dirty sheets. The heavy smell of sex wafted into my nose. I wanted to hurl. There were tendrils of sex magic in here and it unnerved me. This residue of magic was here for a while now.

My eyes wandered to the other side of the room where there was a figure in the corner. The figure was leaning against the wall and was wearing a dress that once looked white. Hair blocked their face and there was a tattered book in their hand. Approaching the figure closely, my heart stopped when I noticed who it was.

Without realizing, I dropped to my knees and grabbed her marred wrists. There were blisters and small cuts throughout them and I gingerly held them. She had numerous cuts along her arms, especially a nasty one in the shape of a jagged heart. My eyes traveled to her neck, noting the deep bite marks that were scattered throughout her throat. Her body was absolutely horrific. Bruises lined her legs as if she tumbled down a long set of stairs. My fingers wrapped around her hand and winced when I saw her nails caked with dirt and blood.