Five

“Shit.” You swear.

They’ve taken her to HR. You slip out and make your way to the elevator, thankful security didn’t follow you. You hit five.

In moments the door opens.

You step off into an oddly decorated floor. The carpet is blood red. The walls are split, the top being the same blood red, the bottom looks like black leather wallpaper. Medieval weapons and **** devices hang from the wall. You eye a particularly ancient looking flail. Some of the sharp tipped balls look like they are stained with blood. You continue into the reception area.

A black haired woman sits there. She wears a leather bustier over a pair of extremely nice tits.

“Hello there, I’m Nick. You wouldn’t happen to know where my friend Carrie is?”

“Nice to meet you, Nick. I’m Hecate. Why on earth are you interested in that little prude?”

“Um, where is she?”

“Elizbet has taken a keen interest in her. And, since she wasn’t spoken for Elizbet is hiring her. It’ll be nice having another alpha bitch around here.”

“I think you have the wrong girl.”

Hecate laughs. “You’d be surprised what Elizbet can do.”

She resumes laughing as you run past.

You poke your head in each room. Each room is more disturbing than the last. Dungeon equipment, **** devices, restraints are in every room. Not all of them are empty. Although, you are uncertain if anyone is being held against their will.

You open another door to find Carrie standing in the middle of a pentagram. Elizbet is dressed in black leather pants, with thigh high black leather boots. A tight latex corset shows her impressive chest and a spiked collar makes her look sinister.

She finishes chanting, snaps her bullwhip, and hands Carrie a small black rod.

You wonder what to do.