Yes, focus and push ahead.

Steeling himself, he pushed his lust, and his father's darkness away. “If your done having fun, we have work to do.”

Kaia pouted softly, but a twinge of a smile tugged at her lips. “Fine, fine.” She replied, gently slipping out of bed, in all her naked glory.

Thomas turned around, and waited while the exotic gypsy woman got dressed. He shuddered softly, as her soft, plush body, brushed across his, when she exited the room. The two walked downstairs, and out into the dark night, making their way toward the manor.

Heading out of town and through the dark forest, which seemed to be cursed in someway. Dark and foreboding, twisted in ways he couldn't see, or fathom. The two of them walked in silence, heading toward the large manor on the hill, that overlooked the countryside.

The Manor was as enormous as he remembered it. Practically a castle, with high stone walls, and three floors of vast rooms, and hallways. The two of them walked through the open, rusted gate, into the dead lawn that rested in front of marble stairs leading up to a set of huge double doors. Walking up the stairs, and heading through the large double doors, they found the vestibule a mess, with statues, and paintings broken and scattered across the floor. His home had fallen into shambles, but more then that, it was like a storm had rampaged through it.

Ignoring the balcony, and the stairs beneath it that led up to it, he instead turned to an open door to his right, and walked through it. Inside they found a large banquet table, with chairs, many of which were broken and scattered around the room. A rotted feast rested upon the once rich cloth of the table, awaiting the master's appetites. Thomas had eaten many meals in this room, often during breakfast, as the night activities were no place for a boy. Not with his father's proclivities. The doorway to the left would lead to the kitchen, but continuing forward would lead to the servant area.

Thomas had spent much of his young life, befriending the servants. While his father found them beneath him, Thomas chose to embrace them. They were far more normal, and often **** then his own parent. His mother too, before she died, had been caring of her people, and perhaps her influence had shifted the way he saw them.

Walking forward he navigated the messy floor, and headed through the door, toward the butler's room. Cobwebs began to impede the two of them, as they continued to traverse the ruined manor, the webbing getting thicker the further they went. Drawing his hilt, he let power flow into the blade, causing it to burst to life. The flames licked and devoured the webs, clearing a path.

Walking into a hallway filled with doors, he heard a squeal of fear from above him, as a huge spider, the size of dog dropped toward him. Arcing his blade up, Thomas hewed the critter in half, green blood flying as it hit the ground in pieces. Turning around to face the hall to his right, he saw two more of the spiders come skittering toward him.

Trusting Kaia to watch his back, he darted forward throwing his left hand up, and blasting the left one with a telekinetic push. The spider went toppling end over end, forcing the other one to press on alone. As it went up on its hind legs, his blade ripped through it, causing it to squeal in momentary agony, as it died.

The last one righted itself and jumped toward him, covering a dozen feet in a moment. The justicar was ready however, and side stepped it, throwing his blade into an upward arc, hewing the over sized arachnid in half. Turning to ensure that his back was safe, Kaia was watching him with a soft smile. Beyond her two spiders lay in pieces, with knives sticking out of their remains. He had heard the snap of a whip of some sort, and yet she stood in all her glory, seemingly unarmed.

Letting his blade die, he placed the hilt back on his hanger, and walked down the hall toward the butler's room. Gently pushing the creaking wooden door open, he looked inside the once immaculate bedroom and found a rack. The huge **** device stood in the middle of the room, in the shape of a dismembered X. Pulleys, and rope held diagonal boards aloft, where the arms would be locked into place by large metal clasps. Two boards stood straight up from their wooden stands just below them, mirroring them. It was morbidly interesting, as the center was missing, so as to allow access to the person's body, likely to perform other tortures, in between agonizing stretching sessions.

The bed had been moved back into the far left corner, and a large table rested to the side of the rack. It was covered with various tools of the trade, including clamps, and whips, and other unsavory devices. Thomas was shocked by the new decor The butler had been a sweet older man, and never once showed this kind of dark side. This was more akin to his father's tastes, though even this exceeded what he had ever seen or head about him.

Kaia slipped through the room with a sense of curiousness, that he found interesting. As she passed near the rack, he imagined for a moment using it on her. With her pinned to the device he could inflict pain, or pleasure upon her sumptuous form at his whim. Thomas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to push back the darkness, that his father had bestowed upon him.