Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Attached to the ceiling, there was a screen that mimicked a universe full of galaxies as red as blood. The reflections that are cast all over the room seemed to almost another world.

Davil identified as a waiter and ordered a quick two glasses of wine.

"How much money it took to get in here?" I asked him, as soon as the glasses were right under our noses.

I didn't dare to imagine how pathetic to be guests in an evening held in a place of this type. A lot, judging by how you showed the people that I saw sfilarmi in front of. I returned then to observe the figure of Davil.

I looked at him to make swirled the wine in his cup, while thoughtfully he looked around. "To this end it will be best that you do good and do exactly as I say if we want that everything runs smoothly".

I held the answer it bad to avoid useless discussions, and I was instead fixed on his figure. The pants were too tight and hid the bulge between his legs; the top she was wearing one of his shirts and a jacket, the vest is below. He was attractive,

the curse, as always. Her hair was untangled in waves, harmonious, and his face, that evening, more than ever, seemed to have a promise of sex.

Maybe it was the lights, that place, or the expression of experts who knows how it would end. But it was clear that the desire flowed in.

His irises settled on a ballerina not far away, intent on making a living in a pole-dance on the stage.

It was beautiful: she had long hair with an unusual color, purple, and she wore a full mind-boggling, lace red. The heels seemed to put the wings under your feet, instead of weighing them down the steps.

Looked at it for long minutes sway under the notes of the music suffocating, but he didn't seem interested, more lost. And yet, I hated that he had eyes for her.

She noticed the gaze of Davil, even at that distance, and threw a wink with a smile before making another turn around the pole mirrored. I felt the stomach squirm when the criminologist he smiled back and I grabbed a quick glass of wine to throw down take a sip of the union.

"Take it easy" me again.

"We came here to investigate, or to spend the evening watching the strippers?" I asked him.

Then Davil she rested her arm on the couch behind me and came over to look at me straight in the eyes. "How do you expect to get in a red room, if not to attract the attention of someone?"

"Oh, I imagine that Miss Radicchio is the woman able to fulfill our desires, right?"

Davil retained hardly a laugh. "You see that man in the first row?"

he asked me.

Took his eyes off him only to be laid on those who had told me about, a lord in his fifties sat in the first row and was spellbound by Miss Radicchio. He stared at her, mind sospirante and lustful, and he had the air of one that you would be masturbated there in front of everyone.

Nodded.

"It's called Gregory Lancaster. Is a regular visitor, feared by all. Our source said that, as far as I know, he has been selected to the red room the last two nights with the participation of the public, so to speak. That was never the succe same

person, and he obviously has a soft spot for that girl. I'm sure that she would come out alive from that room with him."

"Basically you're telling me that we are in a den of potential killer". A thrill went through the back to the idea that everyone in that room, they would have done something so heinous.

"You knew what you were going to meet, when you insisted to come here." His voice held rage barely. And yet he knew very well why I was there.

"Then explain to me, dr. Crain's" the provocai. "As part of the plan includes making sweet eyes at the stripper?"

"Put me against the Lancaster, I would definitely earn

the attention".

I was not very convinced, but I contented myself to tighten the lips between them and hold back the insult that I had on the tip of your tongue.

"But who are the people we need to get ourselves noticed that?" he asked, after a little, looking around to see if anyone lord requires more than most of the others in that sea of people.

And even before that Davil could speak, li spotted. A boy and a girl, the same, perhaps twins.

"The brothers Barnaby," he replied Davil, beckoning to them with his head. "The owners". The tone of his voice held I would have to understand that there was something that he wanted to tell me, but I was too overwhelmed by the situation to see the whole account.

They were sitting in the back of the room, they dined with fun in the room from prying eyes. They were dressed in black. Both blond, so clear in complexion to appear almost albino. They were two ghosts the clothing of latex. Perhaps peers Davil, perhaps larger, it was hard to tell.

"Why all this for a red room?" I asked him, then. "Now you can find anything on the dark web".

"Why is being present, being able to act personally, it's a whole other thing. And here, no one runs the risk of being discovered," explained Davil.

"Many of these people are very powerful, they are from all over the Country.

Or even from Europe. Looking for privacy and security, but, at the same time, wants fame for what they do... or what they suffer".

"What does that mean?"

"When someone is chosen to stand in the red room, the live is not projected only in the deep web, but also in this room, where all

can recognize you, even with a mask on the face, because we all know when you're selected for the red room. So no one can talk about, because it risks the same way as the other. In addition to the fact that the people who tried, in the past, often suffered the consequences." I stood with bated breath.

"Mr. Lancaster is a canadian entrepreneur with a lot of money, in Ottawa has a beautiful wife and two daughters underage. Here the call the juggler".

"Why?" I asked, even though I was afraid of his answer.

"Because the first time that you have chosen has forced his victim to keep their balance on a ball of red-hot iron, and when it touched the ground, he cut a finger of the foot".

I felt the nausea back my esophagus and I was forced to take a hand to her mouth to hold back bile. "That's disgusting".

"Shocked, little fox?" Davil I moved a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at me, amused. This kind gesture made me tremble the bowels.

"Because the police do nothing, if you know all these things?

"Because they have the rumors, anonymous sources, and partial, but any kind of concrete evidence. But we are here to provide that information. Once co

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I went back

stripper that he had chosen for the evening. And I was sorry for her, a lot. Even if at first I was jealous, the mere idea of what he could spend in a red room with that man, I did feel almost duty-bound to protect her. on mr. Lancaster, completely sucked into

"I have an idea," I muttered. "You're

not here to have ideas." Davil must have been understood by the frown on my face that my mind was working, and I was sure that if I had not acted immediately, he would find a way to stop me.