Reaching the door to the stairwell she let out a scream of fear, Sir Michel stepped out of the shadows.
"Alessia, my dear. What took you so long? Clearly you don't know the cellar as well as I but then you weren't its architect - I was."
She back up as he moved towards her.
"You've disappointed me dear, first in your failure as a woman and my wife - your inepititude in providing me with an heir has been marked by the member os my club and honestly I would have gotten rid of you anyway. After all I need to save face. Then you came down here, breaking my rules - for that I'll have to punish you."
With a swift move he struck her across the face cutting open her bottom lip and making her cry out with pain. Blood spattered her lips and chin as she faced him.
"Why Michel? For the love of God why? What have you done to those poor people? Those young men, one died in my arms and that young girl. You're a monster!"
"A monster? No my dear merely a man of means who needed a new level of delights and pleasure. Yes young men, more than those who now linger here and more young women. Men and women who have satisfied all my desires, my bloodlust, my sexual appetites and more. No one will miss them and no one will miss you when you join them."