The Young Master (Rated R)

1.22

I was running through the mansion, being chased by something so horrifying that I didn't dare to turn around and see what it was. I tried to find my room, but the once familiar hallways were now disjointed and strange, as if the building had be rearranged and some pieces had been replaced with imitations that had a sinisterly artificial look to them. My pursuer was getting close, its hot, rancid breath scalding the back of my neck. I kept running, even though I knew I'd never escape. Even a second spared from its horrible embrace would be worth the hopeless attempts to escape. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a soft shadow dart into a far hallway...somehow, I just knew it belonged to a friend. For a moment, I dared to believe their might be an escape, or at least a place I could rest for a moment and delay my inevitable damnation. I turned down the hall, almost falling as the tile became slippery, some thick, milky liquid coating the floor. I just kept running, knowing each step would be my last and still taking it anyway, constantly proving myself wrong for just a moment longer. And then I hit my dead end...at the end of the hallway...something worse than whatever was chasing me... a mirror...

I was beautiful...heart breakingly, soul crushingly beautiful. My features had grown even softer from my cherubic chin to my button nose; my lashes longer, fanning my cum hither sea blue eyes; my lips plumper and shinier, open and panting at the sight of the vision before me. My hair was falling about my face, flaxen curls of spun gold, with a lacy cap keeping it somewhat in order. My breasts were flush as they rose and fell in my panicked arousal the red set off alluringly by my pale, creamy cleavage. The french maid outfit was even more fetching now that I had the figure to fill it. I felt my stockings rub against one another as the sight of my shapely legs barely covered by my short, ruffled skirt, made me squirm and shiver. I reached out to touch my reflection, tentative and fearful...but my reflection wasn't so timid, she reached back and pulled me in, screaming as I fell deep into the darkness...into the basement...

I was completely surrounded by darkness, a void I had a terrible premonition was far from empty. I was too terrified to even run, after all, where was there to go? All I could do was stand paralyzed, petrified as I awaited whatever horror would reach out of the abyss to claim me as its own. I almost welcomed it at this point, at least then I'd know things couldn't get any worse. But there was still that lingering doubt that they just might get worse than even I could imagine...so I prayed for an end and prayed for one more second, my thoughts chasing each other down the drain. And then I saw it...faint and ghost-like, the smallest glimmer of light. I was sure I was imagining it, my mind inventing phantoms to keep me company, but I also knew I didn't care. I ran for the light, getting closer and closer and feeling a welcoming warmth as I saw it take on a woman's shape. When I finally reached it, Isabella was standing before me, shining in the darkness like an anger come to deliver me from damnation. 

She took me in her arms, her skin so soft against my cheek. I felt safe with her. It didn't matter that I was in the darkness with no sight of an exit, it didn't matter that I would never be a man again. All that mattered was she was lifting my mouth to hers, thrusting her soft tongue into mine, claiming me as her own with a kiss. A long, loving kiss...so wet...even after she finally broke our lip's embrace, I felt the wetness...warm, sticky wetness...I looked at her full lips as they curved into a haughty smile...I saw something shine from inside...something sharp...she opened her mouth and razor blades fell out by the handful. I opened my mouth to scream, but all that came out was a gush of hot blood...I crumpled to the ground as her maliciously mirthful laughter filled the void, flames bursting from the ground to illuminate the twisted architecture of Hell. I crawled back from her still, squirming on the floor, desperate to get just a little further away from her razor blade smile and predatory laugh. That's when I felt the breath again...hot rancid...and hovering right over me...the monster lunged for me...and I could scream again...