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Chapter 12
by tommyd79
Where does Sophia lead you?
Into the spare bedroom.
You follow Sophia into the spare bedroom you searched earlier, getting slightly irritable as she opens a small walk-in closet.
“Damn it, Sophia, I already checked this room top to bottom. Miss Drew isn’t in this room.”
The luscious brunette beauty switches the light on, ignoring your disapproval as her fingers work along the interior wall behind some expensive fur coats. A ‘click’ sound followed by a low ‘whooshing’ noise reveals a secret entrance at the foot of the unused bed. There are no words exchanged as the two of you make your way down a flight of old wooden stairs.
“You have to stay completely silent. I can’t use the flashlight right now… just stay close to me and I’ll lead the way.” Sophia whispers as you find your footing on solid ground.
You hear a slight mechanical drone and the sliding door closes above you. The room now is completely dark and the only sound you can hear is your heartbeat in your chest. Your hands reach out in an attempt to locate Sophia, with favorable results. It would appear on happenstance that the young French girl turned directly into your probing fingers feeding them a handful of her exquisitely perky mounds. A small squeak emits from deep within the chest before you quickly remove your idle appendages from the young lady’s breast.
“John, this isn’t the time nor place, you big horn dog.” Sophia giggles under her breath.
“… but I wasn’t…”
The French girl places a finger against your lips before taking a hand in hers and continues along the blackened hall. It seems forever in your mind but probably only a minute before Sophia stops you.
“There is a door in front of us. I need you to hold the flashlight for a second.”
You take the flashlight before you hear another clicking noise. This time you are sure it isn’t another secret lever or even a sliding door to another secret passage. This time it sounded like the clicking noise you hear when loading a round into the chamber of a gun.
“Sophia…”
“John, I need you to open this door very slowly. Okay, hun? I need you to do exactly as I say John, and I need you to do it as quickly as you possibly can. If you don’t do what I say when I say it… well… just don’t let me down.”
Your hand shakes as it rests on the door handle slowly turning it inch by devastatingly petrifying inch…
What mysteries lie behind the door?
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