Forced To Breed With The Dungeon Beasts (Monster Breeding) by A.J. Hamilton Page A

houses? Where are we
going to stay? I think we should go back to London, find a nice
hotel, check out the night life…’
    ‘They have rooms at
the pub,’ Amy said. ‘It’ll be quaint.’
    ‘Quaint my ass,’ Sally
complained, getting out of the car. The day was sunny and warm but
there were no people about. ‘It’s quiet,’ Sally said. ‘Too
quiet.’
    ‘Don’t be so
dramatic,’ Amy said, climbing out of the car. She looked around and
took a deep breath of fresh air. ‘Let’s go check out the pub and
get directions to the castle.’
    Sally sighed.
‘Fine.
    The
pub was called The Broken Cross and it was noisy inside with
villagers drinking and talking but as soon as the girls stepped
inside, the place became deathly silent. Amy felt like every pair
of eyes in the place were burning into her. She blushed and looked
at the floor. A big bald barman in his fifties came over, wiping
glasses with a dirty white cloth and looking at the two American
girls.
    ‘Can I help you
ladies?’
    Amy remained quiet so
Sally spoke up. ‘We’re looking for the castle.’
    ‘Oh, is that right?’
He looked beyond them to the drinkers sitting at scarred wooden
tables around a stone fireplace. ‘And why do you want to go to
Slaybury castle?’
    ‘Good question,’ Sally
said.
    ‘I…my dad’s family are
from the village,’ Amy said quietly, ‘and he used to tell me about
the castle when I was a little girl.’
    The bartender raised
an eyebrow. ‘From around these parts, eh? What’s your name?’
    ‘Amy…Amy Trent.’
    ‘Trent is it? Well we have a few Trents buried in the
churchyard but the last of the family left for America in the
sixties.’
    Amy
nodded. ‘That would be my grandparents and my dad.’
    He eyed her closely.
‘So why have you come back?’
    Amy cleared her throat
nervously. ‘Just to see the castle.’
    He leaned over the bar
toward them and grinned but there was no mirth in his expression.
‘Well you two take my advice. Go and have a look at the castle
while it’s still daylight but after that, go back to London or
whichever city you came from and don’t come back to Slaybury
again.’
    ‘We
wanted to stay here overnight,’ Sally said. Amy realized that her
friend hadn’t wanted to stay a few minutes ago but now she saw it
as a challenge and Sally couldn’t resist a challenge.
    A murmur went up from
the patrons at the tables.
    ‘No, no, that won’t
do,’ the barman said, shaking his head. ‘We can’t have young girls
like you two in the village overnight. Anything could bloody
happen!’
    ‘We’re not girls,
we’re twenty three,’ Sally said through gritted teeth. If there was
anything Sally hated, it was being talked down to. And she wasn’t
about to take it from this English pub owner.
    ‘Come on,’ Amy said,
‘let’s go.’
    ‘No.
You wanted to see the castle and we will see the castle.’ She
stared resolutely at the barman. ‘Are you going to tell us where it
is or do we have to go looking for ourselves?’
    One of the drinkers,
an old man with a white beard, spoke up. ‘Let them go, Dave. Maybe
if them two go to Slaybury Castle, it’ll stop the…happenings…for a
while.’
    The barman looked at
the old man. ‘But they’re just two young women, Frank. What about
the…’
    ‘Let
them go,’ the old man repeated.
    The barman looked
genuinely concerned. He looked at the girls and whispered, ‘Be sure
to get back to the village by sundown.’
    ‘Oh, please,’ Sally
said, rolling her eyes. ‘This isn’t some Hammer horror movie.
Where’s the damn castle?’
    ‘Take the path behind
the pub. It leads into the woods all the way to Slaybury Castle.
You can look around the ruined parts of the castle but don’t try to
get into the parts that are still standing and have their doors
closed.’
    ‘Thanks,’ Sally said,
turning to the door. ‘Let’s go, Amy.’
    ‘It’s
noon now,’ the barman said. ‘It’ll be getting dark in a few hours.
Be in your car and on