Chapter 26: The Lives of the Forgotten
**Kait**
He makes me dress in a short skirt and a thin tank top. Not exactly my sort of taste, but it’s better than hanging around in my sleep clothes.
The place he’s taken me to looks like a run-down crack house with maybe a bit more appeal. The structure of the house is sound without a single misplaced floorboard, but the paint on the walls is cracked and peeling.
The building looked to be four stories tall with a basement, over a dozen bedrooms, three kitchens, twenty bathrooms, and five sitting rooms. Though massive, that’s about all the house had to offer.
Men and women lounge on the couches and chairs placed randomly in each room, many of them smoking or drinking and a few others rubbing up on each other in the darker corners.