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Roses scattered the bushes that made an intricate design in front of the giant manor. Wind blew and the feeling of evil hovered in the air.
"Through the back." Jeff had spoken out, his voice breaking the eerie silence.
"What?" I responded, looking toward Jeff who had begun to climb over the wall.
"We'll go in through the back." He runs quietly passed the bushes and towards the side of the house. Climbing the wall, I quickly follow him, making as little sound as possible.
The backyard had a giant fountain and more bushes, except theses bushes were tall, and seemed to be a maze, extending far off towards the forest. Lights came through the windows from the top floor, and dim lights hardly shown through the curtains of the 1st floor.
"Look there." Jeff pointed to one of the lit windows on the 2nd floor. A figure was walking around the room, some sort of stick like object in hand. The figure had the same body type as the guy in the photo.
"I can climb up there and try to distract the guy, you Jeff, will sneak through the 1st floor and get him from behind. Who knows what he s doing in there." I said to Jeff walking up to the wall of the manor.
Two hands were placed on my hips, and a whisper at my ear asked, "Stay safe for me ok?"
"WHAT THE HELL JEFF?!" I shout at him, then instantly covered my mouth, remembering that I'm on a mission. I don't give Jeff's actions another thought and look up at the Windows, watching as the curtains were swiftly pulled open. I grab Jeff's arm and pull him to the wall with me, glancing back up at the window. The curtains were closed.
I sigh out, shaking my head, and glare at Jeff. "What was that?" I question, "I was just asking you to stay safe." He shrugged in response. "I've been on many missions, I'm sure I can take care of myself." I reassure Jeff.
Jumping onto one of the window ledges, I heave myself up, repeating this movement until I got to the window next to the lit one. The window had conveniently been open. Sliding up the window, I crawl through. I look out to see if Jeff is still down there, and he wasnt.
"Ok, let's do this." I thought, moving passed boxes and furniture coved in white cloth. The room was dark, only the dim hallway light, lighting up the room from beneath the door. Now my ability will come in handy, my (e/c) right eye turns into a bright white, almost glowing in the room. Everything in the room became visible. I hop over stuff, making my way to the door where the man obviously was. No noise sounded from the room or the hallway, telling my senses to be cautious.
With my ear pressed to the door, I was able to hear a muffled voice of a female, seeming to sound as if she was struggling. There were no other sounds of talk besides the girl, leaving me to believe the man was no longer in the room.
I recall what the paper had ordered, "Objective: Kill the rich man." It never mentioned it being a rescue mission of some sort.
Feeling brave enough, I grip onto the bronze, snake like handle and open the door. The light poured into the dull lit hallway, a big contrast to each other. I stepped into the room and carefully closed the door as to not call attention if the man were to come back.
My eyes fall upon a scene I had not expected to see, nor did I want to see. 'So, this is a rescue mission.' I thought, my gaze traveling down the tall, yet small framed pale girl. Her eyes were ajar, or rather eye since one was a clock, dark brown hair framing her face, gag in mouth. The pale of her skin glowed red and purple in some areas, the rope that held her wrists connected to the ceiling and tied around her ankles, calfs, thighs, seeming to be well tight as the little fat on her body poked out a bit over the restraints. Fresh saliva dripped from the edges of her lips, following the dried streaks of earlier. She looked dazed, her baggy eyes staring at the floor, almost lifeless. The small heaves she let out let me know she was alive.
For starters, I had my fair share of knowledge of BDSM, seeing this, it seems it did not happen through consent.
I quickly stepped over to the girl, not caring that my foot steps were a bit loud against the wooden floor. She had heard my footstep and looked up, probably expecting the heavy man, but instead saw me, her eyes widened in shock and hope.
"It's fine. You'll be alright." I know, this is out of character for me, seeing as though I'm a creepypasta and we basically murder people for a living; we have our reasons though and it seems that this girl isn't exactly human either; hinting at how her eye is a clock.
As I quickly stepped towards her, I unsheathed my spare knife from my sock, making due with the bit of sharpness it had. I saw through the rope, freeing her hands first. Her hands fell down immediately, seeming a bit strained and exhausted from hanging up in that position for long, leaving deep, purple and red rope impressions on her wrists and upper forearm. Not wasting anytime, I crouched down on the tips of my toes and tore through the ropes. On the last notch, the door opened. I hadn't been as cautious as to listen to my surroundings which was the reason as to why I was shocked at the sudden sound of someone entering the room.
My head snapped back towards the door on instinct, my brain racing with thoughts and strategies on how to kill the man, but to my relief, it was Jeff that stood in the door way, seeming to hide the subtle pant that was drawn from his wide mouth, trying to give off a persona of coolness. This drastic change of character from Jeff was caused by the partially naked girl who had not cared at the staring eyes wondering her body, purple and pink lace panties being the only piece of clothing she was wearing. I then continued to cut the last tie of rope, and heard Jeff speak.
"So, who is--" Words cut short, a dull thud of something soft hit the floor. The noise and the feeling of another's presence, as I was being cautious now, caught my attention. Turning swiftly, a glimpse of Jeff lying motionless on the floor was the last thing I saw before a blur of black obscured my field of vision. A long, thin stick like pole hit me square in the head, an aching heading pounding in my head. Seeing as though it was not much of a threatening attack, I gripped onto the knife and swung at the attacker, who I noticed was the man in window and the photo. Tan, pudgy skin, tall, and wore a dark navy blue suit. I shanked him in the thigh, a thunderous growl rumbling from his throat in anger received back. A few more blows were thrown to my head and my side, my heading pounding even more, not being able to perfectly use my ability due to this obstacle.
I lost my footing and fell onto the wooden floor, my head knocking hard against it. Loud pats of feet hitting the floor was heard close near my ears, my eyes slowly fading to black. The last thing I see as my eyes blinked lazily was Jeff laying on the floor and the mystery girl running out the door.
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Hey lovelies! Here's the chapter you've been waiting for. I hope you enjoy it.
