Soon, the sun rose over eerie landscape dispelling all the darkness of the night sky and waking up every thing. As the sun rose higher up on the sky making all the birds fly and chirp merrily in the vast sky. The dark clouds now long gone, with the beautiful blue sky slowly emerging from the disappearing dark thunder clouds.
Every thing was so serene and seemed like nothing wrong was going to happen today in this beautiful sunny morning. Sunny morning was something akin to a rare occurance because the weather here was really gloomy for most of the days.
However in the Heelshire mansion, a place which seemed to have a lot of hidden secrets, today it felt like the dark aura of the house brightened up a little. It may look happy and serene from outside but inside the walls of the mansion, poor Isabella was now stuck with a seemingly dangerous man.
Her head was lolled on her right shoulder and her eyes were squeezed shut.
Why is everything so dark? why can't I see anything...oh god..did he gouged my eyes out? oh shit! that hurts like a devil!
Isabella's reverie of thoughts instantly died down when a searing pain shot through her head and made her moan in pain. She tried opening her eyes but they felt like they were glued shut.
After what seemed like an eternity, she could finally open her eyes, she blinked several times to adjust to the dimly lit room.
Looking around she saw alot of taxidermy animal heads hanging on the walls. To be told honestly, it gave her the creeps by just looking at them and quickly turned her head away, not wanting to look at them any longer. She didn't know...scratch that didn't even want to know why would anyone cruelly kill innocent animals and skin them. How can someone be so cruel. She closed her trying to get those horrifying images from her mind. Opening her eyes once more her gaze zeroed at the corner of the stuffy room.
She noticed a figure sitting on a chair in the corner, his back was to her and he was blocking the light coming from the lamp. It looked like he was working on something and she didn't even want to know what what on earth he was working on.
Maybe he is going to kill me and leave me somewhere to rot?
She guessed and her head started to hurt once again making her wince and groan in pain. The man suddenly turned around and looked at her. His gaze on her made her freeze on her spot and she shyly observed him from her most comfortable spot. He was a tall man,she could see it already from her place.
He's too big for that poor chair!!
Isabella's eyes lowered from head to toe on his form and her face twisted in a grimace when she spotted how dirty and filthy his clothes were like they haven't even been washed once.
He had dark long curly hair that reached to his nape of the neck and looked matted with oil and dirt. Repulsion was the only emotion she felt when she looked more at his state of living.
Does he even shower?
Nothing seemed odd about him apart from that creepy looking mask he had on his face. The mask had cracked a little and looked like the edges of the mask had been glued back together. The mask was very dirty and was mottled with drops of blood everywhere.
He is a killer and I'm so going to die!
She looked away but she could still feel his stare on her. She looked at him through the corner of her eyes and shivered when their gaze met.
Isabella felt like he could see what she was thinking and shivered in uneasiness. The staring session kept on for a few seconds and he went back to do the whatever work he was doing without much of a word.
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1 hour had passed since Isabella woke up but the strange man still sat on that damn chair doing his work. Damn...doesn't his butt hurt? For all those minutes he's been sitting in the same position. Isabella thought wiggling in her chair.
"Listen, if this is about money, you can have it all..but let me go, please don't hurt me" she wailed tears now streaming down her face.
The strange man looked at her over his shoulder for a second but continued whatever he was doing.
"SOMEBODY HEL-" she once again opened her mouth and did the stupid mistake to scream when the man had enough of her and growled at her to shut up.
"Silence!" Isabella instantly shut her mouth and sobbed quitely.
What seemed like eternity to Isabella, actually only 3 minute had passed by.
The man suddenly got up from his chair passed by her and disappeared into darkness. Bingo! this is the perfect chance to escape from this nutjob and never see him again. Isabella started squirming but her arms and legs were tied up by thick ropes. She tried twisting her hands and the rough ropes cut on her skin. "ouch!" she yelped when the sharp pain stung her wrists. The skin had broken on her wrists.
However, Isabella's attempt to free herself was shortlived as the creepy masked man once again came in the room with a newfound weapon, a kitchen knife.
Her throat suddenly felt dry when she saw the knife glimmer in the dim light.
Oh god, he's going to kill me now!!
Isabella started to panic, sweatbeads formed on her forehead and trickled down her face. She was officially terrified of what was to come next. She didn't even want to look at the knife which was probably going to be used to slit her neck.
"Look, you've got the wrong girl, If you are in some kind of gang or something it's not going to bring you any money because I am not the girl they're looking for, now would you be kind enought to untie me, these ropes are literally biting me" Isabella finished talking and looked at him for a response from the odd guy.
However, she was met with no response from him. She bit her lower lip and screamed internally in frustration because of this statue-like demeanor. I want to make this guy speak up. But How?
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Isabella's head lolled to the side as she dozed off out of sheer boredom unware of a pair of sinister eyes watching her sleep. Brahms had finally completed reparing his doll and had nothing better to do than to stare at her. It had taken him too long to collect the broken pieces of the procelain doll and even more time to glue them together.
After getting rid of the bad man's body, he took to assemble the broken pieces together and used the strongest glue of his inventory to stick them together.
Lately Brahms was in a very bad mood since Greta left. His heart hurt so much and what confused him was that what he had done that made pretty Greta leave with that grocery boy?. He just wanted her to stay with him and the bad man just came barging in the mansion as if he owned it. How could he do this to pretty Greta, how dare he make her uncomfortable! How dare he hurt her!
He needed to scare this twit out of his house and he already had a plan in his mind.
Oh Brahms, how proud mummy could have been. Brahms thought as he padded out of his lair and went over to the traps and collected the dead rats stuffing them in a garbage bag. He took out a knife and sliced off a rat's head and squeezed out it's blood.
But the plan had backfired when the bad man woke up and accused pretty Greta of doing such thing. His blood began to boil and his fists clenched when he saw the bad man manhandle pretty Greta. He wanted to bash his head with a rock so bad untill it turned into a squelch of mush. His fingers tingeled in its zing and then to his utter horror the bad man had slammed the doll smashing the doll's head into pieces.
Brahms stilled for a second as he looked through the peep hole. Everything was blank in his mind.
Kill him...Kill him. Kill him!!
That's all he heard when everything went out of his control. And after that everything happened in a blur. From emerging out of his hidden lair to stabbing the bad man with the broken procelain piece of 'His face'. His frantic breaths when he realised what Greta was planning to do. To leave him..
No! It can not happen! Greta is mine, we will live together forever and ever.
He fought with the bad grocery boy and pleaded Greta to come back but she didn't listen to him. She whimpered and frantically fumbled with the handle of the back door when he finally lost it and roared at her to come back.
He was so elated when she came back. She came back for him. She loved him!
But all of it was a lie, she deceived him and stabbed him with a screwdriver.
The pain of betrayal was much more than the pain in his abdomen. Unfortunately she had missed all his vital organs, so he was pretty much unharmed with only a stinging sensation on his torso. He pushed her off of his body and watched her back slam on the wall toppling down all his toys with her.
He quickly took a hold of her neck and tightened his grip on her neck, chocking her. All he could see was red. She is like everyone too. She is going to leave him too like the others. If she's not his, then she will be no one's. He increased the pressure on her slim neck making her eyes roll back in her head.
Oh pretty Greta...
His thought was so plagued with her that he failed to notice her hand got a hold of the screwdriver and push it even further deep into his abdomen spreading a sheer sharp pain in his torso. The pain was so intense that his eyes rolled back and all he could see was darkness.
Why? Greta why?
To be continued...