494: MIGHT BE TOO MUCH

LUKE'S POV With my cock cleaned and my clothes pulled back on, I stepped away from Harriet's prone, unconscious body, leaving her lying in a twisted heap on the floor. The basement beckoned—a dark and foreboding abyss that promised danger and uncertainty. But I didn't hesitate. Ariel was in there, somewhere, and I was going to find her. The stairs creaked beneath my feet, the sound echoing through the empty halls like a warning. The south wing stretched before me, its walls lined with dark, silent doors. With each step, the pain in my body became more intense, a symphony of agony that echoed through every fiber. The bruises Harriet had left on my skin throbbed with a dull, insistent pulse, a reminder of the brutality I had endured. But I didn't care. Ariel was counting on me, and I wasn't going to let her down. The third door on the left loomed before me, its surface scarred and peeling—a dark and ominous portal into the unknown. I reached for the handle, ready to face whatever wa