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Chapter 4 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

Does she want to escape the castle or get a nice stiff drink?

Escape this Madhouse

Jerry decides to look for an exit. She sets off down a corridor. After a bit she turns right. At the next fork she turns left. In her dazed state, she just knows she wants to leave.

After another couple of turns and a long walk she comes to a massive oak door. It is easily twelve feet tall and ten feet wide. Cast iron bands support the door.

Somehow Jerry knows this is the exit. She grabs an enormous cast iron ring and yanks.

“Ow! Fuck!”

Jerry clutches her shoulder in pain. The door is unmoved.

From around a corner struts a tall woman. She is easily six foot five. As she gets closer Jerry realizes much of her height comes from her bizarre shoes. They are black, with a two inch platform and nearly ten inch heels. Jerry wonders how the woman can even walk, let alone strut.

She is dressed in leather pants and a corset so tight her modest breasts look impressive. Jerry can’t imagine how she can breathe. Elaborate tattoos of skulls, demons, and runes wrap around her arms and torso. She has fifteen piercings that Jerry can see, including her nose, lip, and eyebrow.

“Hello, Jerry. Most impressive. It usually takes students a couple of weeks to master the castle’s magic.”

“What do you mean? Who are you?”

“I’m Professor Anip. And, what I mean is if you focus on where you want to go the castle will take you to where you desire. Of course that door won’t open until you graduate.”

“There’s no way out?”

“Graduation, or well...things much less pleasant are the only way out. Of course, I’m sure you will graduate.”

She walks over to Jerry. “Let me see that shoulder.”

She rubs her tattooed hand over Jerry’s hurt shoulder. Instead of painful throbbing, she begins to feel waves of mild euphoria coming from her shoulder.

“Fuck! Wow! Who needs anesthesia.”

“There, now I’d very much like you in my class.”

Jerry recoils. “You’re not going to cut my thumb, are you?”

She laughs. “No, Brim is such a traditionalist. A simple verbal ‘yes’ is all I need. And, since having two majors is challenging, I’ll let you drop my course with no penalty. What do you say? It’s no lose.”

Jerry scrunches her face. “Yes?”

“Good enough. See you in class tomorrow.”

She struts off her enormous heels causing her ass to sway in exaggerated fashion.

Jerry sits down against the door.

Where does she go next?

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