He doesn't know about my dick, Sabe thought inwardly, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard. Thank goodness.
Soon, the car slowed to a stop before Sabe's magnificent mansion but there was nothing magnificent about the sight that greeted him.
The tall iron gates were smeared with rotten eggs, the stench thick in the air. Angry messages had been splashed across the walls and windows in dripping red paint....MURDERER, MONSTER, MOTHERFUCKER, DEVIL.
Several windows were shattered, their shards of glass still on the floor. The once perfect estate now looked like a crime scene, defaced by the rage of former fans and the grieving families of patients who had died during the Fetalyn case.
For a moment, Sabe remained seated in the car, unmoving. His jaw was clenched, his fingers curled tightly against his palm as his eyes scanned the destruction in silence.
