ᴾᵃˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ. ᵞᵒᵘ ʳᵖ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵒᶜ ᵒʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃʸˢ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ. ᶠᵒʳ ᵉˣᵃᵐᵖˡᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴼᶜ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ᴱˡⁱᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ. ᵀʰᵉⁿ “ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ” ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ.
“Open the door…” A quiet voice says.
“Ah, yes. I was wondering when you would deign to meet me. I do apologize for the obscene aroma. It appears not everyone has your manners, my dears.” A candle is lit and the room is illuminated, revealing the source of the foul smell.
Blinking toward the light. “I came inside – someone told me to open the door but then I stumbled over something. I think I sprained my ankle … who are you?”
“I couldn’t have planned this better.” I murmer. “I am James Patrick March. Perhaps you have heard of me through what I believe is called the “google”.“ I stride towards the two of you.
“Thanks for lighting a candle, cause I couldn’t see anything,” I say.
“Are you going to kill us?” I asked nervously
“Perhaps.” I sigh. “Although… Mrs Evers recently left me. A replacement would be splendid.” I pipe up. @evanpetcrsass
“’Perhaps’?! You are insane! ” I squeak, taking a step back and hissing in pain because of my ankle. “You’ve lost the plot.” I continue. “Away with the fairies. Barking mad! Woof, woof!” @bloodreadlipstick @evanpetcrsass
I look at the person who came in behind me and shoot them a warning look for them to keep quiet. Does he/she want to get us both killed?! @dropsofkink @bloodreadlipstick
I glare at you back, like “do YOU want to get stuck like some harem slave for this psycho forever?”
I turn toward the well dressed man again. “Listen, sir … you’re clearly a powerful man and good looking too. You don’t have to KIDNAP women/men to … get them. I’m sure you could hire someone. Or get many for free with your looks and that danger … persona … radiating …” quiet down
I shrug my shoulders and say quietly, “I mean…he can keep me as a slave if he wants to.” My cheeks burn brightly, clearly aware that I sound insane right now. Not only do I not want to die, but this man is also extremely attractive, too! @bloodreadlipstick @dropsofkink
“If you are quite done bickering amongst yourselves, would you kindly follow me? Do be mindful of the mess and watch your step.” I gesture for you to follow me with a flick of the wrist, ignoring to odorous bodies scattered across the grimy floor. @evanpetcrsass @dropsofkink
“Said the hangman, offering a noose” I mumble to myself as I follow you, limping slightly. I put my hand over my mouth and nose both to spare myself the smell. “Mr … March? Umm, it might not be my place but … why have you left the bodies like this? I mean … there’s a river not far away to dump them and with the right chemicals you could …” I shut my mouth, afraid I’ve overstepped @bloodreadlipstick @evanpetcrsass
“You are a revelation, my dear!” I exclaim with renewed vigor. “What quick thinking. I might advise against venturing outside, though.” I retract my hands towards myself. “For now, enjoy the history buried in these walls.” I turn my back to you and head towards a wall. @dropsofkink @evanpetcrsass
I still remain quiet, eager to learn what James means by the history buried within the walls. @dropsofkink @bloodreadlipstick
“W-what is this place?” I ask, still worried about overstepping but my curiosity has a will of it’s own. “If … if it’s important to you you should know that rotting dead bodies will draw flies, maggots, beetles …” I go quiet again as I swallow. Insects aren’t a big favorite of mine
“First your ankle must be rested.” I say, giving no further information on the subject. I unscrew the bottom of my old cane and press the exposed tool of metal and timber to a part of the wall. I wait a click before reattaching the components and watching the door open. @dropsofkink @evanpetcrsass
I still wait quietly, too shy to say or ask anything. My heart pounds in excitement as I wait for the contents of the secret room to be revealed. @bloodreadlipstick @dropsofkink
My Type is Homicidal 