But how...
How was he going to put an end to the reign of terror his boss was unleashing? With a second person already slaughtered and a third in line, he knew he had to act swiftly before things escalated further.
Desperate to alert the men outside the mansion, he sent a message, hoping they would grasp the gravity of the situation.
"Boss is ruthlessly killing every prisoner in The Basement," the urgent message read.
Raven's heart pounded as he stared in horror at his phone. It was happening again.
The boss, consumed by a malevolent force, sought to obliterate anyone and anything within his reach. The beast inside him craved bloodshed, and history was repeating itself. Five years ago, the boss had massacred hundreds of victims in the prison house at the training field. Now, a handful of prisoners remained in the basement, and he would inevitably come for his men and the remaining workers in the house.
All eyes turned to Raven, their leader, seeking guidance in this dire moment. Fear etched on their faces, they pleaded for salvation.
"No one can stop him until he fulfills his dark desires," he lamented, his voice filled with anguish, as the men hung their heads in despair.
"Raven... if you have any ideas, speak up or act fast before he takes the lives of all the prisoners," Pierre implored, his voice trembling with fear.
"I have nothing to offer, nothing to say," Raven responded, instilling even more trepidation in the hearts of his comrades.
"But there is one way to halt his rampage," he uttered, causing a glimmer of hope to ignite in the eyes of his companions.
"What way, Raven?" Pierre inquired, his voice laced with anticipation.
"His Mistress."
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I sat down, nervously cracking my knuckles, as the low, horrifying growls echoed through the mansion. I couldn't pinpoint their exact source, but I knew they emanated from within its walls.
The growls grew louder, distinct voices overlapping in an agonized chorus—a symphony of pleas and terror, as if people were begging for their lives. I didn't need a seer to tell me who was responsible for such gruesome sounds.
It was him—the monstrous man.
The door swung open, causing me to let out an uncontrollable shriek. My fear subsided as I realized it was Raven, the man who had entered.
"We need your help, Mistress," he said, his steps bringing him closer to me. Panic etched across his face, unmistakable.
"Why would you need my help?" I asked, taken aback and filled with curiosity.
I was surprised because nobody had ever sought my assistance before. They had always seen me as the one in need. And now, I was eager to know what they required from me, given my perceived uselessness.
"The boss is behaving irrationally, and if we don't intervene, he may kill everyone," he explained, stumbling over his words as if they were nonsensical.
"How can I possibly help in this situation, Mr. Raven?" I asked, fear slowly creeping into my heart.
"You have to stop him, Mistress," he said, catching me off guard.
Stop him? Me?
"How am I supposed to do that? And how can you be so sure he won't harm me if I try?" I queried, my voice trembling.
"He won't lay a finger on you, trust me, Mistress," he reassured, coaxing me to agree to this perilous plan.
He walked out, and I followed him to the place he referred to as "The Basement."
We traversed the hallway, guided by the directions provided by one of the maids. It led us to the master's study.
Raven opened the door, revealing a secret passage concealed behind one of the towering bookshelves. A dark hallway stretched out before us, resembling a tunnel of shadows.
"Don't be frightened, Mistress," he urged.
How did he know I was scared? I could feel my soul attempting to escape my body, cold sweat trickling down my face.
We ventured down the hallway and entered the dimly lit tunnel. The horrifying sounds grew louder, resonating through the air.
"Here we are, Mistress," Raven announced, opening a metal door that revealed a ghastly scene.
Seven lifeless bodies lay brutally massacred, strewn across the floor. The monster stood amidst the carnage, his white towel stained crimson with blood.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes widened, mouth agape, as I gazed upon the gruesome image.
If I hadn't witnessed the brutal slaughter of my own mother, the sight before me would have surely rendered me unconscious. The grotesque scene unfolded, etching itself into my mind, a haunting image that would forever haunt my nightmares.
And amidst the horror, I couldn't escape the realization that all of this was happening because of me.
Ten lives had already been claimed due to my defiance and disregard for his words, believing them to be mere jest. Now, confronted with thegrim reality of his capabilities, I would forever carry the weight of guilt and the fear of my own demise.
"Mistress, you must do something," Raven's voice snapped me back to reality.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked down at the seven victims who had perished because of my actions. My hands clenched into fists, my resolve solidifying through the anguish.
"Mistress, please..." Raven pleaded, and I gazed up at the monster, his intentions fixated on the eighth person.
I had to stop him.