Timeless

|The Undeniably, Immoral Truth|

- No struggles, or attempt were given from you, the stranger kept walking through the cold, breezy wind, a mistress of misery on his arms. You weren't scared, or even joyous of being saved by this stranger by the cold. You felt bottomless, like an empty abyss opened in your heart, you had wished to have been left behind, given the opportunity of finally resting in the ceaseless peace of death. You relapsed your pessimistic emotions, thoughts and quickly embedded yourself in sleep, a dose of tranquility dosing through your veins.

- Being asleep, you lost the perception of time, you dimly open your light ocean eyes again, making the observation you're inside a bedroom. You laid on a king size bed, inside a very elegant room filled with morbid paintings and sculptures, light red candles were light up in the darkness giving the scenery a caramel scent. Everything around appeared clean and very detailed, organized. The more you observed, the more the question rose. WHO was this stranger? Typically, you wouldn't care or bother with finding out the identity of others but since you were taken here, involuntarily you felt entitled to atleast a name. So naturally, you removed yourself off the mattress, for some bizarre reason..wearing a very revealing colored white dress gown. Having this type of “thing” on made you feel undeniably irritated, embarrassed, it was the epitome of mortifying. Brushing this off, you left your bedroom which the stranger left you resting and went on a little excavation of your own, exploring the penthouse and hopefully get your clothes back. Walking around, you couldn't help notice more, and more gruesome, disturbing depictions of human misery with the paintings, photographs displayed around, they brought a morbid feeling through your body, a premonition warning before damnation itself occurs.

...“What kind of sadistic shit is this? "You questioned puzzled by his necessity of having so much detailed, grostique imagery, you aslo questioned if this was some type of hidden necrophilia fetish within the man".

- Anyhow, you continued your walkthrough before stumbling upon a random, crimson coloured door. Your hands with hesitation approached, opening the creaking door, after opening it completely a terrorizing spine chill like no other took hostage of your vessel, you felt an unrelenting disgustedly feeling upon the misery you saw. Dozens, upon dozens of mangled, brutally hang corpses covered by white mattress sheets hang aimlessly on the ceiling, blood and urine dripped from their tortured corpses. As you stared, unable to control your moving pupils the smell of iron and death became even so more prevalent, it truly was a hellish scene.

...“Holy fuck, um.. I need to get out of here. Shit if he finds out I left the bedroom he's gonna come after me and then kill me!" You mentioned in paranoia, adrenaline wildspreads through your veins as you instinctively volt throughout the hallway, running from a nightmare. As you kept sprinting, you had the misfortune of running into the sadistic photographer, you bumped into his chest, hesitantly staring up, with a dreaded face of fear.

...“.........”.... “You remained in silence, speechless to what abomination you had witness, you didn't want to let him know what you seen as it will likely lower your chances of survival. All you had in your mind is that you HAD to escape, no matter what. Even if this fear grasp on you.

“I see that you finally risen from your restful night in dreamland, come sta dear? You seem perturbed, like you seen the dead. The room wasn't too hot, I'll hope. I did make the temperature suitable for your warmth." The man replied with a handsomely smile, strangely harmonic in his tone of speaking, just perfect to succumb anyone to his charms.

“No, it was fine. Look, thank you and all, really. But I need to leave now, when I can I'll repay you back for everything you done for me.” You replied, making an effort to make a decently enough excuse to dismiss yourself from this place. You didn't trust him one bit, feeling as if you were possibly one of his future victims.

“No, don't stress over that, helping a soul in need is one of my reputable traits. I insist, per favore stay a bit longer, there's no rush. You're my guest, and it's only decency of me to provide you with a comfortable visit to my home, I aslo made a delightful hot chocolate to cure the body from the merciless cold of winter.”

- You paused, strateging your next respond, based off his persistence you knew he wasn't going to retellilate that easily, you made the decision of going along with him for now until a better opportunity arrived.

“Alright, I'll stay for the hot chocolate. You're lucky I'm actually craving something warm and sweet.” You replied, showing him you're willing to comply with his host and guest roleplay.

“Perfecto, you'll feel like a divine force blessed you once you tried my hot chocolate!.” He pleasantly smiled his eyes filled with glamour, for a serial killer, he surely had some level of decency. “Ah, you're probably wondering who your host is, I'm Stefano Valentini photographer and artist~ It's my outmost pleasure to meet you.

“It's nice to meet you too, Stefano. You have a nice home, very luxurious." You said, trying to appease him and demonstrate to him you're calm and oblivious to what he truly is, a merciless cold blooded killer.

“Such sweet compliment from the mistress, grazie! Now, please allow me to show you to the dining room, I'll provide you with hot chocolate and a slice of sweat marble cake to go along with your taste√."

“Yeah, t-thanks Valentini.." You mentioned to him, following the photographer like a back tail. You didn't trust him, or even more to eat what he provides, you were in an overwhelming state of paranoid.. Any moment you felt like your heart would burst out your ribcage in this place.. Were you going to successfully escape this place or become another of Stefano's hopeless damsel in distress in this place? Whatever the future had in for you, you'll face it head on.