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was never anything as straightforward as a male or female stripping for the sex-demons’ pleasures. There was always pain and torture involved, and it wasn’t the good kind. No, it was typically brutal and sadistic.
    The three of them crossed the street and entered the open doors, relieved to get out of the high winds, if nothing else. The noise and cold temperatures outside were already getting to Rhys.
    Taking in the place, he noticed the bar was more like an apartment complex with a sex club in the lobby. He ground his teeth, trying to maintain control of his inner beast as the sexual energy in the place set him on edge. It was another reminder that he would need to feed his beast sooner rather than later.
    Plush gold carpeting covered the floor and the tables and chairs looked like they were in decent condition. Clear glasses hung from the long bar that took up the left side of the open room. Glass was difficult to come by in the Underworld and stone vessels were far more common. The club was more opulent than most establishments in the area, and Rhys thought it might be Shax’s club.
    Had to be his place, Rhys thought, as he turned around and recognized the tapestry Shax had won from his father in a game of poker a long time ago. At least, he hoped the tapestry still belonged to Shax. Working from the assumption it was Shax’s place, Rhys would need to be careful or his father’s best friend would serve him up on a platter to dear-old-dad.
    Several demons exited the stairwell and Rhys ducked behind Dante, lowering his head. Shax strode by at the head of the group, acting like king of the castle while females flocked to his side for more reasons than his wealth. He never wore a shirt and loved flaunting his tattooed, muscular chest. So did the females if the way they pawed at his flesh was any indication.
    The incubus gave instructions to his bouncers before heading out the door with his entourage. “Let’s see what we can learn and get the hell out of here,” Rhys murmured, heading for the room on his right where a show was in progress on the stage.
    Reacting on instinct, Rhys lunged when he saw the male and two females performing for the cheering crowd. One of the females was tied to a cross, bleeding profusely while the male raped her. The other female, a tall, slender bald beauty, was directing the action. She wielded a whip, cracking it at just the right moments to incite the crowd. The blood, degradation, and torture were typical entertainment for these parts.
    The sight reminded Rhys why he hated what he was, and more importantly, what he was capable of perpetrating. It would be one thing if all parties involved were there voluntarily and enjoying themselves, but the only one on the stage enjoying the show was the male. The females both wore slave collars and looked both miserable and terrified.
    An impulse Rhys didn’t understand had him wanting to force his way onto the stage and gather the tall, skinny female into his arms. He felt compelled to protect her. When she turned to the side his blood boiled at the sight. He wanted to tear Hell apart from the ground up with his bare hands.
    The female was an angel, and he was horrified that the demons had taken her wings. All that was left were bloody stumps along her shoulder blades. She cradled herself, obviously enduring a great deal of pain despite not being the one on the receiving end of the abuse. With every crack of her whip, she winced and fresh blood trickled from the wounds on her back.
    His thoughts immediately went to the three angels who’d cornered him and accused him of kidnapping their sister. Could this be her? So many thoughts, questions and emotions raced through him at once.
    How long had she been there? Would her wings grow back? He didn’t know enough about angels. Supernaturals healed fast, but couldn’t grow new limbs like a demon. Were angels like demons? If so, he could only imagine having to endure the pain over and over as they