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They spent another long way of walking and I was listening to the people in my surroundings talk. I couldn't put anything together. I'm in so much trouble. -I thought- They will find me sooner or later.
I suddenly heard a gunshot. I flinched together with the person carrying Coco's bags. I heard Coco scream.
-"That's what happens if you decide to break the rules."-a deep, to me unfamiliar, female voice stated.
I could feel the temperature of the air change. We were now inside. Somebody threw Coco's bag to the floor and I hit my head again. I heard everybody leaving. I couldn't risk getting caught now, so I just stayed in place and waited for something to happen. I unzipped the bag a little to observe the surrounding area.
After about ten minutes, a girl, a servant I suppose, took all the luggage and placed each bag in a different room.
When I finally realized it's safe, I fully unzipped the suitcase to get some air. I was breathing heavily while thinking of what I should do next.
I inspected every little part of the room;
On the entrance were tall, carved wooden doors with a golden doorknob. Opposite them, in the corner of the room, standing a big armoire filled with different types of victorian satin dresses, most in the color of purple.
In the very middle was a sleigh bed. Beside was a little nightstand with a candle placed on it. I open the first drawer and nothing more than a box of matches with a plain white cover was inside. The next drawer though, had a framed list laying inside. A list of rules.
• You will refer to me only as Ms. Venable.
I gulped harshly and almost choked. Ms. Venable? But that can't be her, of course. I scoff at myself for even thinking it could be Wilhemina.
• You may never leave the building.
• No unauthorized copulation of any kind under any circumstances, no exceptions!
• We dress for dinner.
I want to continue reading over the rules but I hear people close by in the corridor...
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maybe when the time is right - ms. venable
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