The Keyhole

Chapter 10 The Keyhole

TEN

THE KEYHOLE

You wander the halls like a lost child. You chase shadows across the lawn. I taste your hunger, Annalisa, not for company, not for food, but for my touch.

My dear, sweet girl. I am more than aware you still exist.

You think you’re alone here. You think the silence is empty.

It isn’t.

You ache to be seen, to be desired, to be fucked. But when I come for you, Annalisa, you will beg to be left alone.

Because, my pet, no one ever leaves Rochester Manor. Not unless I wish it.

Sleep, if you can. I’ll be closer tonight.

You. Are. Almost. Ready.