Chapter 32

I asked to leave shortly after Jake's explanation. I'm surprised at myself, honestly. I used to watch crime documentaries with such a morbid fascination, and I always thought I'd love to visit an actual, real-life crime scene. Yet here I am, presented with that very situation... and my skin is crawling, and I can't get away fast enough.

The fact that I have no evidence that anyone committed a crime here doesn't seem to matter. My brain is firing warning signals at me, begging me to flee. It looks suspicious, with the ropes and chains, and the weird Latin phrase painted on the wall, and that's enough.

There might be a completely reasonable explanation for it all. I'd joked about Jake doing a BDSM shoot with Oakridge Farm's herd of cows, but this room could be for something similar. Just... hopefully with consenting adults and not farm animals. But do I really believe that, though?

No, I don't. Not even a little bit. I can't explain it, but I have a bad feeling about the