Bianca

As we entered, I automatically clung to St Just in horror.

The outside of the building was ordinary enough, built on the lines of a huge castle. The wooden doors had been guarded by bouncers in black outfits, their muscles bulging. They nodded deferentially enough at my Master and we entered. As the doors thudded shut behind us with a soft sound, I looked around and gasped.

It was dim; it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. But then I saw the corridor stretching out ahead of me, a long one, with murals on either side. Men, women, and animals, all contorted in...