Ambition by K.V. Rose

Author:K.V. Rose [Rose, K.V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Slowly I descend into the basement of the Bentzen home.

I have probably spent half of my life here, but most of it on the third floor, in Von’s room. I slowly glided his fingers inside of me when we were teenagers, and he was trembling and I was aching for him. I crawled down his body and pulled off his pants to take him in my mouth under this roof.

But I have rarely ventured down here, and never the day of a ceremony.

It is extremely dark and Lora, Von’s mother, directed me this way as she conducted an orchestra of organizing catering in the form of food, wine, and something that looked curiously like blood in a mason jar.

Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly what it was.

I swallow tightly, one white sneaker after another tiptoeing down the stairs as I grip the iron railing. Unlike the curving, curling double staircases in the rest of the house, this one is dingy, drab, and the stairs are only wood, the railing set against a gray brick wall. All of the irritation I had about Mads speaking to Von instead of waiting for me and Von trying to ruin my job fades marginally as I inhale and catch the scent of damp grass, heavy rain. It reminds me of running through a cemetery once under the night sky with Von, both of us drunk and dazed and one week from graduating high school, our hands linked together.

But this doesn’t hold that same promise.

This feels…more somber.

And the deeper I go, the darker it gets. The colder too, a chill curling over the back of my neck.

I keep going, straining my ears for any sound, any indication Mads Bentzen is truly down here like Lora said he was. There was a mass of people upstairs, Lora and her staff, but none of the men of Writhe.

Are they all down here?

Will I be confronting Mads with his posse flanking him?

When I called him, he told me he would have a few minutes during the day he could talk to me. That was it. A clipped conversation; he is colder and brisker than Von, all the time. Sometimes I wonder if Lora likes fucking a statue, but then again, I know how good Von is in bed so…

I shake my head, clearing the thought as I reach the last step.

I face a wall, the only way to go is right, and I know there’s a short corridor that then leads to an open space, about the size of my entire kitchen and living room combined at the condo.

But it takes me a minute to want to slip deeper into the dark. There are light switches; I’ve seen this place illuminated. It’s surprisingly not entirely finished; just gray brick, panel lighting in an exposed ceiling overhead, and cement floors. Yet I don’t reach for the switches because I think for Solemn it’s supposed to stay dark; no electricity and only candlelight. I’ve heard the superstition but I’m not entirely sure of it.

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