The Golden Design

Moving the bottles to the side for the time being, the golden design on the right catches your eye once again. Its obscured by dust or something that appears to be missing from everywhere else that you have seen, and after giving it a quick blow it doesn't seem to want to move much.

So you run your hand over it, you need to move whatever dust is there to take a better look and... **OUCH**, you pull your hand away at the sudden pain noticing a shallow gash that's slowly bleeding, obviously something sharp under the dust. You apply some pressure and try not to swear regardless of no one being able to hear... and you notice that you hadn't noticed it before, there is no sound from outside the room, after the two doors had closed any sounds from upstairs were completely muted.

**Pop**, a flash and weird popping sound drew your attention back to the golden circle, which you could now see was a circle with odd interwoven designs. The golden lines now taking a golden red color as it looks like your blood is quickly spreading out across the lines and not over, the dust forming a small cloud of particles around the circle, but not really moving making it a bit hazy.

**Pop**, another flash, and this time there was something in the haze of dust that cleared rapidly to give you a perfect view of a red imp like creature. It was probably only 10 inches tall if it was standing, pale crimson skin and pointed ears, bald with red eyes that were glaring at you. Their glare only distracting you from that fact that it had a large (in respect to its size) pink ball gag in its mouth strapped around its head, with a matching pink collar. They were on all fours with their ass sticking into the air, they had a tail that was sticking up with a black point at the end like that of the Ace of Spades.

They glare at you in this compromising position, lifting a hand before snapping their fingers.

**Pop**, another flash, and they were gone, the dust haze now starting to fall as if gravity had remembered it. You sit there in your chair, still holding you small cut on your hand wondering what the fuck just happened...