‘The IRS can seize them ... not so with a safe buried underground!’ He quite accurately stated to me on several occasions. He just never told me w...here! I’d asked him, several times in fact, and he’d just laughed, ‘Look for the sign that says Treasure!’ He’d thought that I was smart enough, unlike my dim sister, to find his buried stash ... but I’d looked everywhere – twice, if not more often!Anyway, my senior fiancé was loaded and willing to spend the bucks. She wanted to build a bigger and. His eyes are a sulphurous yellow, with red irises and darker red pupils.I meet his gaze and flinch at its intense fury. All my theories about my predicament fly out the window as I am captured by that gaze. I was right about one thing though. This is hell. And I'm staring at the devil himself.When he speaks it's not to me but rather to another creature, cowering at his feet. I hadn't noticed it until now. It is small and ugly, hunched over like an old crone, a drooling, festering mess. An imp,. Who cared if my dad was apiece of trash and my mum were a whore. I had the looks to get along inlife and I didn't mind flaunting them to get what I wanted.I thought about Beljer, the repressed bitch who ran this place. Shedidn't have the looks and she sure as hell didn't flaunt anything. I'dhave felt sorry for her if I didn't hate her already.But thinking about her... It made me feel strange. I got that feelingagain as though I'd forgotten something important. Something aboutBeljer. That frumpy. "I don’t know how you talk them into their crazy shit."So, Gerry had seen something like this before. I wondered what.Ken nudged me gently."Hey, wake up. Wake up. We've got company. Get up and meet Gerry."Get up? Oh no. No, I couldn’t do that. I was OK lying here with my eyes closed, curled up, cunt and tits out of sight but I couldn’t get up. He must mean up on my hands and knees. I couldn't do that.I felt the leash go tight. Ken tugged on it. Oh No. No, please don’t make me get up. I was.