If Doyum's isn't the finest mother fucker🔥❤️( picture above)
Previously on Step Brothers..
Before I can make a decision is loud thump from below the trap door catches my attention.
It was very faint but it was loud enough for me to catch.
It sounded like skin hitting the floor.
A lot of it too.
Fast foot step come booming towards this room.
..............................................Doyum's POV
Without even thinking it over I quickly unlock the door and slips through locking it right after I'm in.
It's cold, wet and the air is really stuffy.
If anyone is under here for too long they would pass out.
I hear master Woojin enter and walk over to where the painting is.
He yells enraged and something shatters near my hiding spot.
The sound of shattering glass and his enraged yells flood my ears.
He rusher over to the trap door and tries to pull it open.
Luckily I locked it so he tries to no avail.
"Wait till I get my fucking axe," he mutters under his breath.
I stop breathing and a sharp chill runs over my body.
Did I hear that correctly?
Did he just mention an axe?
My heart reaches in my chest so fast that I feel like it's about to explode.
I break into a cold sweat and try me best to keep myself from letting out any source of noise.
I listen closely as his door steps get farther away and leaves the room.
I don't let out the air I'm holding in until I know that's he's far past the hallway.
I nearly passed out form lack of air but better safe than sorry.
I don't know if he's serious or not but I'm not gonna wait around to find out.
I grope my jacket and pockets until I feel my phone.
I pull it out and turn on the flashlight to illuminate the pitch black room.
At first the strong, white light blinds me but my eyes soon adjust to it.
I'm in a narrow space with a series of stone stairs spiralling downwards.
There chilled pieces of stone strange drawings all over the place.
Hearing voices approach the room I decide to go down so I'm not noticed.
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