My eyes nearly roll, but I keep them focused on the women. Both are beautiful, and stark contrasts to each other. One has long, beautiful cinnamon colored hair, with light freckles dotting her creamy skin. The other has smooth dark brown skin, light green eyes that steal your breath away and a golden hoop in her nose. Both have beautiful bodies, the cinnamon haired girl curvier in the hips, but no less rounded in the right areas than her friend.
I’m not sure what it is about the pair that draws me in. They’re magnetic, and I can’t help but be pulled into their orbit.
My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach as an odd feeling settles in.
These women are no doubt attracting unwanted attention. It could be from the evil man with the wife, but they could be attracting others, too. What if too many evil souls find themselves in my house, and I can’t catch them all?
While my henchmen could overpower several, it would attract attention to me. Others wouldn’t understand my mission. If I’m caught—I’m done for.
I take a deep breath, watching the pair squeal as the monsters jump out from their hiding spots. They run through the living room, laughing and giggling as they fight to get away.
My stomach churns. I don’t know what this feeling is, but I don’t like it. It’s a foreboding feeling.
Like something bad is going to happen. It’s the same feeling I got when I’d say the wrong thing to Daddy or messed up my prayers. His tense silence before he exploded and dragged me off to my punishment.
The monsters go back into position, while my face aches from how hard I’m pressing it into the wall.
The door creaks open, and a shadow casts over the white wooden floors before a large man steps through, a hood pulled over his head. I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes widening at the stature of the man. He’s not as big as Cronus, but he’s the largest man I’ve ever seen.
No, it’s not his size. It’s the way he carries himself.
This isn’t just any man.
This is a dangerous man.
I inhale, and nearly choke on the scent of him. He doesn’t smell rotten, but he smells of fire and brimstone and something… sweet. Like… like burnt roses.
He’s definitely not pure. But I can’t say he’s evil, either. At least not the same type of evil I smelled on the old man earlier.
The man looks left and right, seemingly trying to decide where to go. As he steps in further, the monsters jump out, and he doesn’t even flinch. It seems like he doesn’t even spare them a glance at all.
He walks into the living room, the monsters still attempting to scare the man. Eventually, they give up, rolling their eyes and frowning from the odd experience.
Anxiety builds in my chest. He’s here for the girls. I just know it.
The door opens again, and rotten egg permeates the air. I choke on the smell and watch as the evil man and his wife step through. Oddly, the demon’s eyes snap to the former man’s retreating back. His eyes narrow and he licks his lips, heading in that direction as well. The wife yelps when the monsters jump out.
“Quit screaming in my ear,” the evil man reprimands sharply. His wife whimpers, but otherwise keeps quiet.
Behind him enters three more men. My eyes widen into saucers, their rotten smells becoming overpowering. The stench makes me gag, along with the now overwhelming anxiety.
Just like I predicted, several evil men are in my house. And I won’t be able to kill them all.
And they know each other! I gasp when the old man pauses, his wife stopping alongside him and staring up at him in confusion. He turns to the three demons behind him and inconspicuously nods his head towards the direction that he was walking towards. Is he pointing them towards the large hooded man, or the two girls?
Oh, they are here on a mission. I growl, deep in my chest. No one comes into my house with evil motives and gets away with it.
“There’s a doll in here too,” the evil man says, talking to the three men trailing behind him. Which means they might be just what Baine warned me of.
These men aren’t here to leer and maybe even touch women inappropriately. They’re here to take them. Steal them away from their homes, never to be seen again.
I bolt, running through the walls and up the stairs. The girls will have to be in my playroom by now, probably about to get chased out by a demented doll hiding under the bed.
I nearly smash my nose into the wall in my haste to find the girls. I release a breath of relief when I see the girls entering the room. They haven’t been caught yet. And I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.
All five men must be together. They came in one after the other, all following after the girls. For the life of me, I can’t fathom why five men preying on two girls would be necessary.
Doesn’t matter. They’re all sick, sick people. And even if I can catch one of them, that’ll be better than nothing.
The doll crawls out from under the bed, chasing after the girls. She took over Jennifer’s job, but she’s not nearly as skilled at it.
I bite my lip, and growl with frustration. I’m not crazy, there’s no way I’ll be able to trap five men and take them down all at once! Not during operation hours. Who do I choose?
I grab my hair and pull as indecision claws at me. The hooded man scares me most. He’s lacking the rotten smell but he’s definitely the most dangerous. And he’ll look the cutest tied up in my chair, bleeding beneath my pretty pink blade. Maybe if I’m lucky, I can catch the old man with the
