Expedition Westward

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  Star remained fixated in the window, staring out at the mountain vastness, as if she’d been cemented in place. Her reasoning mind was far away, uninvolved in the grisly events, leaving her with only the pure, animal-like instincts of brutality and lust.

  Gunfire sounded from a lower story.

  Winston!

  She jumped down from the ledge. The moment her feet touched the floor, her old, rational self resumed control. She grabbed the candlesticks off the end tables and ran for the door without bothering about her discarded clothes.

  She bolted down the stairs to the detention room story, intercepting two armed men in the corridor. They halted, gaping dumbfounded at the nude female demon spawn with the disheveled hair and wild eyes.

  “He’s up there!” Star shouted, pointing the way she’d just come.

  The men hesitated a moment, then charged up the stairs.