𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓓𝓻 𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 39

Greta's eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision blurred from the throbbing pain in her head. It took a few moments of blinking to regain focus, but when she did, she realized she was still in the eerie Heelshire's mansion.

Her gaze shifted to the corner of the room, where she locked eyes with Cole. His vacant stare sent a chill down her spine, confirming that he was still lifeless. But something didn't add up. Her ex-boyfriend sat beside her at the coffee table, looking surprisingly put together. His hair was neatly combed, and even his beard had been trimmed.

As she strained to listen, she heard the sound of breathing coming from the other side. Slowly moving her eyes, she met Malcolm's gaze. Unlike Cole, he seemed alert and panicked, his eyes darting around the room. Yet, he remained motionless, not uttering a single word.

It took a moment for Greta to realize that she, too, was trapped in this frozen state. She attempted to move her finger, but it was as if her body had turned to stone. She couldn't even express her emotions through a smile or a frown. To make matters worse, she was dressed in a maid outfit, adding to the surrealness of the situation.

And then, her attention was drawn to the Brahms doll seated in front of her. Its lifeless eyes bore into her soul, intensifying her confusion and fear. Greta felt the overwhelming urge to cry, to scream for answers. What had happened to them? Why were they trapped like this?

As tears welled up in her eyes, a glimmer of hope flickered when someone finally entered the living room. The door creaked open, and Greta's heart skipped a beat as she saw a figure step into the room. Brahms, in contrast to the night they played the game, appeared more refined. His attire consisted of a crisp white button-down shirt, with just two buttons undone at the top. His old, faded grey jeans clung to his frame, and his unruly curly hair cascaded over the side of his burnt face, as he had chosen not to wear his mask.

As his gaze met Greta's, she felt her breath quicken, yet she remained frozen in place. Panic welled up in her eyes as Brahms approached her. With a single raised hand, he delicately adjusted Greta's hair, transforming it into a flawless masterpiece. Ignoring her fearful reaction, Brahms then turned his attention to Malcolm before walking away.

Moments later, Evelyn entered the room. Unlike Brahms, she was not fully dressed, merely draped in a towel to preserve her modesty. She settled herself on the couches, positioning herself at a distance from Malcolm, Greta, and Cole. Seizing the opportunity, Brahms took a seat beside her, his gaze fixated on the bandage that concealed her wounded arm. A sinister grin crept across Evelyn's face as she spoke, "Someone's awake. Welcome to your new life..." Malcolm, on the other hand, chose to avert his eyes, refusing to engage with her unsettling presence.

Suddenly, the sound of a ringing from the front door pierced the air. "Go get it," Evelyn commanded, reclining against the plush cushions. Her intense gaze remained fixed on Greta, who reluctantly broke eye contact. The unspoken questions in the nanny's eyes were filled with fear, yet Evelyn refused to acknowledge them, idly toying with her hair as she observed her captive audience.

Brahms came back after a minute of greeting the new guest. As Brahms walked up to Greta and Malcolm with a tray of porridge and tea, a new guest arrived - an old man in a white coat carrying a leather bag. Without a word of greeting, he went straight to Evelyn and began to tend to her wounds, his hands moving with practiced precision. The room fell silent as the old man's presence commanded attention.

Brahms, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the arrival of the old man. He started playing with Malcolm, force-feeding him the porridge with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Greta's eyes pleaded for help, her distress evident, and the old man noticed her silent cry for assistance. His gaze shifted from Evelyn to Greta, his expression filled with concern: "I was rather surprised when you called for me, Evelyn." With no second of delay, he started taking out some medical tools from his bag as he began unveiling the bandage on Evelyn.

"You're the family doctor. Why else would I call you for?" Evelyn claims, rolling her eyes. She watches as Brahms starts playing with Malcolm like a kid, force-feeding the porridge into Malcolm's throat. Greta made eye contact with the old man when he looked up at them, he looked genuinely concerned seeing how Greta's eyes were screaming for help to him.

"They're alive?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and worry. Evelyn responded with a sinister smirk, her eyes gleaming with a twisted amusement. "For now... Until we find a new toy to play with," she replied, her words dripping with a chilling sense of malevolence. The old man, now identified as Dr. Tenner, furrowed his brow, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"Why? Are you going to save them, Dr Tenner?" Dr. Tenner chose to avoid Evelyn's ominous response, focusing instead on healing her wounds. With each careful movement, he seemed to be engaged in a silent battle with Brahms, who challenged him with dead eyes. The tension in the room was palpable, as Evelyn found amusement in the power struggle unfolding before her

"You haven't changed, Evelyn," Dr. Tenner finally said, breaking the silence. His voice held a mix of disappointment and resignation as if he had hoped for a different outcome. He avoided making eye contact with Greta and Malcolm, his attention solely on Evelyn. She let out a cold laugh, her amusement evident. "Why need to? Father like me just the way I am." she retorted, her voice dripping with a hint of mockery.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the weight of their shared history hung in the air. Greta and Malcolm exchanged worried glances, unsure of what this reunion meant for their own safety. Dr. Tenner continued his work, his focus unwavering, but the unspoken tension between him and Evelyn remained, a reminder of the darkness that had once consumed them both.

As the minutes ticked by, the room remainedfilled with an uneasy silence.