𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓑𝔂𝓮 𝓑𝔂𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 41

They entered the living room. The room exudes an air of elegance and grandeur, with its high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow. The walls are adorned with richly patterned wallpaper, depicting scenes from a time long past. The centerpiece of the room is a majestic fireplace, its ornate mantle displaying delicate carvings and antique trinkets.

Plush velvet sofas and armchairs invite you to sink into their embrace, their faded upholstery telling stories of countless conversations and gatherings. The room is filled with an eclectic mix of vintage furniture, each piece showcasing its own unique history and charm. Sunlight streams through the large, ornate windows, casting dancing shadows on the Persian rug that covers the polished wooden floor. The living room of this old vintage mansion is a captivating space that whispers tales of a bygone era, inviting you to step back in time and immerse yourself in its timeless beauty.

This would be a picture-perfect scenario if there wasn't three body bond and motionless gathered around the coffee table. Evelyn smirked wickedly at the sight. Evelyn, a young woman with a sinister aura, moved with an otherworldly grace. Her long, flowing dress, a dark crimson that contrasted starkly against her pale skin, trailed behind her like a macabre train. She moves over to her victims as Brahms, her loyal companion, a towering figure with a stoic expression, follows her every step, his eyes never leaving her.

With a swift movement, Evelyn leaned down towards Greta, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Greta, unable to tear her gaze away, felt a wave of terror wash over her. She could see the twisted delight in Evelyn's eyes, relishing in the power she held over them all. Seeing this, Evelyn laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Greta's spine and filled the room, amplifying the discomfort that hung heavy in the air.

Malcolm was next, a man who has always been cheerful and playful. He never was much in her plan of the game but now shared Greta's fate. His once commanding presence was reduced to a mere shell of his former self, his eyes vacant and devoid of life. Evelyn's gaze flickered towards him, her laughter subsiding for a moment as she took in his pitiful state.

However, it was Cole, lying closest to Evelyn, who elicited the strongest reaction. As she drew nearer, her delicate features twisted in disgust, repulsed by the putrid odor emanating from his decaying body. "His body is starting to smell..." she stated matter-of-factly, her voice devoid of any empathy or remorse.

Understanding her unspoken request, Brahms, a towering figure with immense strength, effortlessly lifted Cole's lifeless form. Greta's horror was palpable as she watched Brahms carry the decaying body out of the room, the stench slowly dissipating with each step he took. The air became easier to breathe, but the weight of the macabre scene remained, haunting the room like a ghostly presence.

Sitting down in Cole's vacant seat, she elegantly crossed her legs. A radiant smile adorned Evelyn's face, stretching from ear to ear, as she playfully shifted her gaze between Malcolm and Greta. The faint sound of "eeny, meeny, miny, moe," escaped her lips, indicating her decision to choose a companion for her twisted game. With a final glance, her eyes settled upon Malcolm.

Greta could sense Malcolm's desperate attempts to scream or fight back, but his body remained paralyzed, unresponsive to his commands. Whatever Evelyn had done to them, whatever potent substance she had administered, it had rendered them powerless. Malcolm's terror was palpable, his eyes widening in sheer horror, especially when Brahms reappeared, brandishing a bloodied butcher knife.

Evelyn's smile only grew wider as she watched Malcolm's fear escalate. She leaned in closer to him, her voice low and menacing. "Don't worry, Malcolm. It's just a game. And you're going to be the star." Brahms stepped forward, the knife glinting from the sunlight through the windows. Greta tried to move, to do something, anything to stop what was about to happen, but her body remained frozen.

Brahms confidently brandished the knife, its glinting blade poised to strike the coffee table in front of Malcolm and Greta. "Malcolm playing first, aren't you?" With a sly smile, Evelyn shifted her attention to Malcolm, her eyes fixed on him, waiting for a response that she knew he couldn't give. The room fell into an eerie silence, as if time itself held its breath, anticipating Malcolm's denial. "Come on, Mal," Evelyn taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "Show us anything, anything at all, that proves you don't want to play." Greta watched in horror as Malcolm struggled, desperately attempting to communicate, his mouth moving, perhaps even shaking his head in fear.

But nothing came out.

Evelyn giggled, her hands waving in a mocking gesture towards him. Without hesitation, Brahms obeyed her command, his strong arms hoisting Malcolm over his shoulder effortlessly. Greta's eyes pleaded with Evelyn, silently begging for mercy, but Evelyn found it all too entertaining. Rising from her seat, she tapped her finger on Greta's shoulder, a cruel taunt that promised her return.

Greta could only watch helplessly as Evelyn followed Brahms and Malcolm, their figures disappearing from sight. The weight of despair settled upon her, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew deep down that this would be their last encounter, that their lives would never be the same again. In that final exchange of glances, Greta and Malcolm's eyes filled with tears, their unspoken love and desperation mingling in the air.