The Matchmaker (Katnest)

Chapter 4: Goner

WARNING: this chapter contains light sexual content that might be triggering for some. (Non consensual intimate affection, not too far. You think I can handle writing something like that?)

(I would like to make it clear that these puzzles are not original. They are copy and pasted. I apologize for my lack of originality.)

Katrielle's footsteps clunked against the metal floor as the giant door closed behind her. Lights powered on and the room became clear. Big, empty and metal, with the gag-worthy smell of mold. The silver shine of the walls was only slightly noticeable under the rust that coated most of the room.

"Room number one." The voice over the speakers announced.

A screen was activated, and the footage showed The Matchmaker sitting in a torn cushioned chair, Ernest in her lap. Ernest was frantically looking around, terror in his eyes.

"Miss Kitty, if you get this right, he loses the gag. If you get this wrong, however,"

The woman reached offscreen and pulled a tray to the chair arm. Setting it down, she grabbed a small knife off of it.

"he loses his lips."

Ernest make a choked sound as he stared at the sharp object, eyes wide and teary once more. Putting the knife to Ernest's cheek and lightly tracing his face with feathery touches, The Matchmaker teased.

"Wouldn't that just be devastating? He'd never get to kiss you, not without his sweet, plump lips. His chances of a first kiss would be gone forever."

Ernest breathlessly cried, a sight and sound that scooped out all of Katrielle's insides and left her pale and empty.
Katrielle held her stance and swallowed.

"What is the puzzle?" She asked. The Matchmaker lowered the knife and stroked Ernest's hair.

"Riddle me this, Kitty." She started.

"'Of the king I am blue and of the peasant I am red. Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot. What am I?'"

As she finished, she grinned.

"You have forty seconds to answer, Miss Kitty."

Katrielle gasped silently and pulled at her hair, trying to get her panicked grey cells to function in real-time. She couldn't look at Ernest. She couldn't let him down. Suddenly, the answer clicked.

"Blood." Katrielle stood tall. Ernest seemed to sigh with relief, relaxing his shoulders a bit.

"Very good!" The Matchmaker set the knife down and clapped patronizingly.

She moved her hands to Ernest's cloth gag and undid the tight bow, the fabric going loose as Ernest gasped in the assumedly filthy air.

"What do you say to Kitty, Ernest?" The woman gripped his chin and he shuttered.

"Th-Thank you, Miss Kitty Kat." he hesitated to look at the camera as he flinched at The Matchmaker's touch.

Katrielle's heart broke. This madwoman was forcing this poor boy to take part in a sick and twisted romance story, making him quote pet names and forcing her own affections upon him. There was a clicking sound, and the next electronic door opened.

"Now, make your way to the next room."

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"Voiceless it cries and wingless it flutters, toothless it bites and mouthless it mutters. What is it?"

The Matchmaker grinned as she traced the small knife over Ernest's ring finger, threatening to take away any possibility of a traditional wedding ring resting on his hand any time in the future. Ernest's fingers twitched as she gripped his cuffed wrist behind his back as he laid on his stomach in her lap, his face forced against the chair arm as he quaked.