EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

drawn. Lights went dim. Orders were whispered instead of spoken. Meals were left outside a locked bedroom door on silver trays no one wanted to touch twice.

And then the sounds began.

Not always screams. Sometimes it was worse than screaming. Sometimes it was silence stretched so tight it felt one inch away from snapping. Sometimes it was the low, rolling continue reading …