Caroline kept screaming as she looked at the raspberry pie splatter that had once been the head of Thomas. Frank stumbled backwards in shock and Augustus held the gun up pointing it to Caroline and then to Frank.
"I wanted this to go smoothly," Augustus said. "You two have been very good so far, but alas our friend Thomas was the outlier. I wasn't completely transparent about the barrel. Yes, you have become younger, but you will return to your old age within hours."
Caroline looked up, "What? But you said!"
"Yes, I know what I said and I knew you wouldn't have come if you knew the rest."
"What is the rest?," Frank said through gritted teeth. "Because this is fucked up!"
"Oh this is far from fucked up," Augustus said as he pressed a button on a small remote he pulled from his pocket. A secret door opened on the other side of the room. "But in that room is fucked up."
Caroline and Frank peeked over Augustus shoulder and tried to see in the room, but it was dark. All they could hear was the wailing of babies crying.
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The Barrel
HorrorThe fountain of youth is not in a clandestine landscape nor is it stories of myth. It is very much real and can be bought by the right price. The elite of the elite who are aging and close to death, purchase a once in a lifetime opportunity to dunk...
