|#27 in horror (13-07-17)|I was cuffed, I was chained to a bed, I was beaten and raped. And then I died. They will pay for what they've done to me! My body wasn't even respected after I was dead. But what they don't know, is that their crime was a r...
An F-150 grey pick up truck pulled over in front of a huge castle shaped mansion. The doors opened and they came out of the car, mouths agape, looking around like a fairy had swished them into fairy tale land.
The car had driven into a Villa, a vast habited land decorated with nicely mowed lawns on each side, and a marble floored path leading to the main compound. The compound was surrounded by marbled balustrades that are curved just rightly, almost meeting perfectly cut bushes, and short trees behind. The compound also had marbled flooring, and red triangles right in the middle, circled to form a star with brown marbles forming a circle in the middle of it.
The mansion was a sight for sore eyes, it's color was nude with wine roofing. 13 windows, and a door befitting a grand entrance. They were fascinated by the sight of it all.
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"Okay, wow! Just wow!" Amy exclaimed, still scanning her eyes around for more. John chuckled to himself, their awed faces entertained him.
"Okay, Mr John. Aren't you supposed to take us to your house?" Catalina turned to him, narrowing her eyes. She was completely fine already, no trace of the illness could be found on any part of her body. It was the same escapade Mary had performed with the boys.
"Yes, what do you think?" John winked at Catalina and she opened her mouth, letting out a laugh.
"Oh my goodness. This is your house?!" Her hands were raised from their lower position, placing her palms - one above the other - to cover her mouth. Too much excitement engraved her.
"Does my mother know about this?" she kept her eyes fixated at the mansion.
"No, it was actually supposed to be a surprise." he answered, placing his hands on his waist and turning his gaze from Catalina to the mansion.
"Man, this is the life." Christopher walked over and placed a hand on John's shoulder.
"So you're saying that people pay millions for psychic readings?" Spencer asked, he had always thought John belonged to the lower class.
"Uh, not really. Mom's psychic abilities are a gift. This well, let's just say our family are into a lot of things." John answered.
"Things like?" Catalina asked, she was thrilled. If her mom probably gets married to John, they'll live here for sure - she hoped.
John scratched his head, "uh, well. We own construction companies, malls, oil companies, a fashion industry and a few estates."
The kids turned to him, eyes widened in amazement. He left them speechless with how calm he was listing his family's wealth - like it was nothing.
"Just how many of you?" Amy asked.
"Well, it's just me, my mom and my younger sister. Dad died five years ago."
