Send a distraction

“Go!” you hiss at Valarie. “Distract them! Make sure they don’t come up here!”

“How…” she whines.

“How do you think, you stupid slut? Go!” you say as you viciously shove her away from the door. She looks at you in confusion for a moment before turning to run toward the approaching men.

As she heads off you cautiously slip inside, rolling the balaclava down you’re your face as you do. There’s no one here, just tools and gardening supplies. There’s no back door, and the windows aren’t big enough for someone to crawl out. You don’t know what happened to that fucking girl.

You're about to give up and leave when you hear the sound of voices outside the shed. You duck behind a pile of fertilizer bags, the only think in the room big enough to hide behind.

"The door's open!" a girl's voice says in mild surprise.

"Probably Rose, she's so careless," the familiar voice of Chanel answered.

"I don't know why we let her join," a third girl says. "Just because she's your friend Chanel. That was the only reason."

"It's the reason we let you in too, Cindy. Remember that," Chanel answers. "Anyway, it's no big deal, there's no one around to see, and if they did they'd think it was a careless gardener."

The three girls step into the room, one of them staying by the door as the other two go to the back wall. Chanel reaches up and pushes at a board well above her head, then pushes at the wall, opening a passage as the third girl closes the door. In the dim light from the windows you see the three step through the opening and push the secret door shut behind them.

You wait for a few moments, then step out and listen at the hidden door. No sound. From what you can tell from the outside there can’t room for more than a closet in there.

You slowly reach up and push the board above your head, then push at the door. It opens silently.

You step into a narrow room, and using your cell phone to cast a dim light you immediately see where the girls have gone; a spiral staircase at the far end of the room, going own.

This got fucking Scooby-Do all of a sudden, you think as you walk down the stairs, using your cell phone to light your way. It goes down about ten feet before ending in a small room with a single heavy wooden door, a dim light flickering through the crack at the bottom.

You listen at this door, and hearing nothing again and carefully open it. The room is empty and dimly lit by fat candles in wall sconces. A large wooden door sits in the middle of the opposite wall. Benches are built against the walls with heavy wrought iron hooks above them. Soft white robes hang from three them, and neatly folded clothes sit beneath the nine empty hooks. You touch a pair of black leggings and find they’re still a little bit warm. A pair of panties, a bra and a top are underneath and a pair of sneakers sit on the floor beneath the bench.

Shit is definitely getting interesting.