"Darling you may talk like an angel but I know that your the devil in disguise "
WARNING18+ graphic and mature sexual content such as knife play , also may include swearing and have mentions of content preformed with out consent
The letter read 246 Stanton lane, you will know you are there when you reach a big mental door. When you get to the door, knock seven times, and once someone answers, state the password you have been given; don't forget to wear a mask, so the victims don't know your identity.
I looked up to the giant sliver door, knowing I was at the door the letter described. I felt a rush of pure excitement, and at the same time, I was a little nervous. I take a big shallow breath bringing my gold plated mask to my face. I ran my fingers along the delicate black laced ribbon that was attached to either side of the mask. I bring both of the ribbons around to the back of my head, joining the two with a simple double knot.
Ransom's Mask of choice
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I re-red the part of the letter about how many knocks, seven knocks. Ok, here goes.BANG 1, BANG 2, BANG 3, BANG 4, BANG 5, BANG 6, the nervousness covers whatever excitement I had. As my hand made its way to the door for the final knock, I swear I could feel all the goosebumps individually crawl their way up my back and down my arms.BANG 7, 7 knocks done.
I Step away from the door, waiting for someone to answer while waiting anxiously. I bite my bottom lip ever so slowly, holding my lip between my teeth. After releasing my lip, I mutter my password To myself repeatedly.
I hear a blaring swoosh come from the giant silver door. My eyes don't look up straight away. Instead, they examined each part of the door until reaching a rectangular slot and behind the slot lay a pair of sparkling brown eyes along with fairly big bushy eyebrows that attached in the middle.
My thoughts were then broken by a dark, husky voice " Password" I said the password in my head a few more times until I finally got the courage to say it aloud. "The last petal on the rose has fallen ".Swoosh, CLICK CLACK the brown eyes were covered again by the sliver covering, and I heard multiple locks of the door click and clack as they were unlocking.
The big silver door was now sliding across to the left, revealing a tall, very muscular man wearing a simple black mask that laid over the left side of his face. He doesn't say a word but instead points to the darkness behind him.
The Man blocked half the doorway, so when it came to trying to get through the door, I had to take a rather deep breath and slip through the 6cm gap. Once I was through, I choked out a rather loud breath.
Once my breathing was back to normal, I made my way down the hallway that the fellow had directed me to. With each step down the hall, I seemed to be getting very distracted by the chosen artwork. On the way to the left and right hung pictures of gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes wearing very luxurious lingerie. In some of the photographs, the women wore absolutely nothing but held various toys like handcuffs or whips.
The long hallway ends, and I am now face to face with a simple black door; and upon the entry, there was simple white cursive writing that read " knock twice to enter " I did as the door told me and left two straight forward knocks on the door.
It took a few seconds, but someone finally came to the door. He was a tall man like the other gentleman, but the difference with this guy was he was slim with hardly any muscle, and he had the brightest blue eyes.
"Ahh, Mr Drysdale, welcome to the torture chamber. My name is Master punisher, and I will be your guide tonight. Please know that once you enter, you may not disclose anything you see behind this door. Do I make myself clear "
I nodded, showing him that I understood what he was telling me. A giant smirk appears on his face. He placed an arm around my shoulders, guiding me through the door to face me in front of a see-through lace curtain that hung down, covering the door frame.
Master punisher then continued to explain what happens next, " so Mr Drysdale " before he could mention another word, I cut in," Ransom, the names Ransom" his mouth turned into a frown, and he didn't listen to what I had just said.
" Please state why you are here, Mr Drysdale " his question set me back a bit because I didn't actually know why I was here, but I just told him the first reason that came to my head.
" My therapist Diagnosed me with anger issues and said he has used your services before, so he thinks your services will help calm my anger ."
The gentleman nods, soaking in the information I had just given him, he then decided to speak up and explain the rules to me.
"Ok, so, Mr Drysdale, behind this curtain, there will be eight victims waiting for you. Each of them are in a set of lingerie they have chosen. You are only allowed to choose one victim and to help make your choice, you can ask each victim to remove their closing to examine their bodies, you can ask them to say one sentence of your choosing, and finally, there are a few torture devices in the room you can choose one toy to use to see how you feel torturing that victim."
He pulls the curtain aside, gesturing for me to go through. " oh and Mr Drydale," I turn to face him, so he has my full attention.
" the only time you are allowed to remove any of the victim's masks is when you have chosen the victim right for you. There are barriers between each victim, but we just don't want to disclose their identities or yours unless you are happy with your choice but anyway, enjoy, " he smirks before vanishing into the darkness.
My breath goes shaky, but I manage to turn around, facing the path I was about to take. I can't help but smirk a little. I was in for an interesting ride.
