In the bustling heart of a metropolitan city, Felix Everhart, a talented yet unknown painter in his mid-20s, dreams of fame and recognition. His chance for a breakthrough comes unexpectedly when he receives a mysterious call from an acquaintance, of...
As Felix slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbed with pain, and his vision was blurred.
He blinked several times, trying to clear his sight.
His surroundings gradually came into focus, revealing a dimly lit room that was starkly different from the castle.
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He realized his arms were tied behind a rod, restricting his movement.
As he sat on the floor, he took in his surroundings. The room was big with rough, gray stone walls that seemed to close in on him.
There were no windows, and the only light came from a flickering torch on the wall, casting eerie shadows that danced across the floor.
The air was musty and stale, and the silence was deafening.
Felix strained to hear any sounds but was met with nothing but the sound of his own breathing.
The room felt oppressive, suffocating, and he could feel a sense of dread creeping over him.
In the corner of the room, he spotted a familiar figure tied up like himself.
His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Aurelia, her eyes closed as if in a deep sleep.
Panicking, he called out her name, but she remained unresponsive, lost in whatever unconscious state she was in.
Desperation flooded through him as he struggled against his restraints, but his efforts proved futile.
The sound of the door creaking open sent a chill down his spine, and he turned to see Mr. Hawthorne entering the room with a sinister smile.
"Well, well, well, look who's awake from their sleep," Mr. Hawthorne taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he approached Aurelia.
Felix's heart pounded in his chest as he watched helplessly, knowing that something terrible was about to happen.
Ignoring Felix's pleas to leave Aurelia alone, Mr. Hawthorne bent down towards her, his hand reaching out as if to touch her. Felix's voice trembled with fear and anger as he warned him not to touch her with his dirty hands.
"Don't you dare lay your dirty hands on her".
Mr. Hawthorne's expression changed to one of mock hurt as he replied, "Oh, my apologies, Mr. Everhart. I won't touch her. But you have to do something for me."
Felix knew what was coming next and refused to comply, "no, i wont paint" he replied, but Mr. Hawthorne's demeanor remained calm and collected.
"I knew it. So, let's make you paint then," Mr. Hawthorne said casually, grabbing a nearby water bucket and throwing its contents on Aurelia, causing her to stir and regain consciousness.
Fear and panic filled her eyes as she looked around, clearly disoriented.
With a cruel grin, Mr. Hawthorne untied Aurelia's ropes and yanked her up by the hair, dragging her towards Felix.
