Sadistic Magic Show

The Den

The darkness fades, leaving both the masked woman and magician standing in a cold corridor. Lit by torches on brick walls, the flames are hardly bright enough to make the small amounts of water dripping from the stone ceiling and walls visible.

"Where are we?" The excited female asks, looking at her surroundings.

"My home." The figure isn't lying necessarily. It's best for the surprise effect if she believes this is as good as it gets. Being quite proud of the den he'd created for himself along with its sinister additions, the man wishes to impress the younger woman to the best of his ability. Perhaps he could even prepare a meal for her, over which they may even discuss a possible partnership.

"Really?! It looks so cool! Are we underground?" Her exclamations and questions seem to sound rapid-fire as she bounces up and down excitedly, obviously enthralled.  Her words certainly earn a mental note of surprise from the man, however his face remains expressionless as he ponders just how exactly easy it could be to impress the figure he's allowed into his home.

"Yes, actually. Follow me, I'll show you my living area." Following instructions, the blonde follows the tall figure as he leads her to the said space. Their footsteps echo down the dark hall and after a few minutes of what seemed to be hours of walking, a massive door comes into view.

An amazed "whoa.." escapes from the girl's mouth. The door is black and accented with deep read, swirling patterns tastefully. A silver, curved doorknob shines brilliantly, entrancing the short doll-girl. Sure she isn't quite difficult to impress when it comes to things like this, but for some odd reason the sight of the door seemed to just set a mood. One of elegance yet familiarity and origin-unknown welcoming. In all honesty, she fully knows she's vulnerable. She knows at any given moment, the man could ruthlessly slaughter her in cold blood. By this same token she also knows the eyes and actions of someone with shady intention and so far she is yet to pick up signs of shadiness. This, of course, means nothing though. She has no intention of lowering her ever-present mental guard any time soon. 

The magician opens the seemingly gargantuan door then looks to the female, making a slight gesture with his head telling her to follow. She picks up the gesture and nods, taking in a breath of the cave-like corridor's musty air before stepping through the door frame.

Once inside, the woman stands there, amazement evident on her masked face. It looks like the inside of a European castle. The ceiling is an intense blood-red, and the walls are black with elegant red designs, similar to the ones seen on the door. The floor has black marbled tiles lined in silver. Beautiful. Above their heads hangs a silver chandelier with clear crystal accents, and in place of lights, lit candles held in silver, swirling sconces decorated the otherwise barren walls. The windows are  partially covered by black and red curtains and the glow of a full moon illuminates the night outside.

'I thought we were underground..How come I can see outside?' She ponders this for a moment, but her thoughts are interrupted by the magician's deep voice.

"Just a bit of magic. A breathtaking illusion, no?" The younger figure's breath hitches. She was certain she hadn't said that out loud. She clears her mind inwardly giggling.

'If that was the weirdest thing that's happened to me, I'd have it easy.' She nods in reply to the tall man's words.

"Hm, I don't believe I've caught your name," the man says, tilting his head at her.

"You can call me Doll. What should I call you?" she asks eyes full of something similar to excitement.

"Uhm.. Isaac," he replies, smiling before continuing. "Come now. This is only the entry-room. Let me lead you to a place far more wonderful and exciting." With a slight bow directed to the seventeen year old he opens a door to the right of the entrance, which leads to what appears to be a long stone corridor resembling the previous one. The pair walk through and the door slams behind them. One thing different about this corridor compared to the one from before was there were no torches. This leaves the two in complete darkness. the pressure of a cold hand on the girl's forearm sends a shiver up her spine. "It's best if we surprise them. Come."