Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6
—
[El Crow’s Room]
The king-size bed was draped in smooth red and white bedsheets, and the bed was elevated so much one child would need a ladder to climb.
It literally floated in the middle of the room like a large kite, and the room itself was a spacious world with lush furnishings and drapes.
The walls looked whiter than snow, painted white along with the other parts of the room. The floors had red rugs….as if red and white was his absolute color.
A large bedside table floated along with the bed, and on top of it lay a pair of scissors and a box of matches.
There’s an adjoining door which looked like the closet, and a shelf that contained his medals.
Fifteen of them. Different sizes and colours, won from his efforts.
A fireplace burned gently below a mantle at the corner of the room, restrained by a large pane of glass, and flowers of different species blossomed from different porcelain pots close to the window.
By that window, the slim whore stood, naked like she was ordered to be. She leaned her elbows on the windowsill, bending over it and shooting her arse to the back.
Her surgically wide cl”t peeked out from between her legs, and her b””bs pressed the cold sill.
She was still chewing the gum when the door opened and let El Crow inside. He didn’t wait before flipping his belt apart from the hook.
“Spit out the gum.”
He didn’t have to say more.
She spat the gum in her mouth away. He took it and slapped it to her lips, gumming the two together.
She shivered.
His length slapped against her inner thighs, so promising and warm, but he didn’t slide in just yet.
His eyes darted across his window—to Dread House.
Skylar’s Suite bedroom window was just across his own, but her window was currently closed.
She must be still be out.
With one merciless thrust, he buried himself inside the whore’s arse.
“Ahhhh!!!” Her scream tore the bubble gum on her lips away.
—
[Dread House – Skylar’s Suite]
Skylar’s helmet sat on the small stool by her door immediately she stepped into the room.
Her net singlet and joggers were dripping wet, but despite the water, she entered her bedroom.
Her bedroom wasn’t exactly organized, but at the same time it wasn’t disorganized.
Just in-between.
Black sheets spilled over the wide bed, floors were brown like the walls and the rest of the house.
Her shoe rack, wardrobe, and full mirror were all in the room with her. There’s a closet, but she hated the idea of having to enter another room for dressing up sake.
She dried herself up with a towel and swallowed two secret pills from a unlabelled pill bottle.
She eventually changed her clothes and threw on a loose jacket.
She was ready to go to Satan’s office when familiar sounds stopped her from her bedroom window.
She took three long steps to the window and pushed it open to meet the exact scene she expected.
El Crow, screwing a whore by his window again.
Because their windows were opposite each other from each House, he liked provoking her by doing this. Fucking whores and making them moan to her hearing especially at night.
He disturbed her sleep so many times with this bullshit, and the intentionality behind it has become so disgusting she has plans to rip off the thing between his legs before she’d kill him when the time comes.
She can’t stand this ugly Stitchmouth.
El Crow looked up from the whore’s body, and his eyes met with Skylar’s.
No peace. No light.
Nothing but darkness and disgust as their eyes wagered, and El Crow’s lip bent into that unnerving form.
He drove faster into the hole.
“Please slow down!!” She cried. “Sir, slow down!!! This is too much.”
Another thrust.
“Mmmm!!!!!!” She shrieked.
Skylar threw her window shut, deciding to face what was in front of her first, but getting back to her living room, she met the cleaning woman entering already.
The cleaning woman of Dread House was a blind woman, but at the same time, the best cleaner existing.
“Boss’s office calls you, Skylar.” She reported with a straight face.
“Off to the office.” Skylar responded, walking out with the woman.
—
[Boss’s Office]
The office looked like the typical office of a queenpin with the swivel chair and a polished desk stacked with papers and a laptop, then the walls lined with framed arts.
But the framed arts on the wall were all the same—the painting of a male in black and white.
Every frame contained it.
At the corner of the office, a small bird cage hung by the wall. Satan stood beside it, carrying a bowl of grains which she kept sprinkling in the cage, feeding the bird.
Behind her, stood Midnight whose whole sight was on the bird too.
“He was so happy when he bought this bird.” Satan talked, taking her gaze away from the bird for a second.
She glanced at her wristwatch as if regurgitating a memory.
“I still remember how he ate and drank with this bird everyday.” Midnight smiled ominously behind.
The office lights flickered, and Skylar entered, steps slow.
“I stabbed him on the heart like we were instructed at Inferno. Him being alive isn’t my fault! I killed him, there must be a mistake somewhere!”
“You have disgraced the Team, Skylar.” Satan said, returning to feeding the caged bird.
She didn’t spare Skylar a look.
“You assured us he was dead, said you killed him, so I pronounced celebration for the whole team, but he returned like he never left. Arturo is probably drinking to it right now.”
“The problem is definitely from Aftermoor.” Skylar’s palms rounded tight. “I’ve never failed this team!”
“But now you did!” Midnight snarled angrily. “Be quiet!”
“If killing El Crow directly is really what this team desires, then say it! I didn’t succeed in Aftermoor, I’ll succeed in treal life!” Skylar spat, voice rising and fury swelling.
“Of course you’ll kill him.” Satan finally turned, dropping the grain bowl. “At the match tommorow in the ring, you’re killing him to pay for disgracing this team, and to teach Arturo a lesson that I’m never to be mocked by anybody.”
She looked up.
“But tonight, you’ll be spending the night in the Asylum to reflect on your actions till tommorow morning.”
“Armies of Dread!” Midnight summoned, and three giant men entered the office.
One of them snapped handcuffs around Skylar’s wrist, second one took her by the right shoulder, and third by her left shoulder.
But Skylar shook their hands off herself with a bossy snarl.
“I can walk by myself!”
She sent smoldering stares to Satan and Midnight, and her teeth clenched as she was led away.
The three Armies walked by her sides, and she in the middle, her cuffed wrists in front of her.
She got out of the office hallway same time Dreads were coming out of Multi Sector, and the over thirty Dreads stopped to have a look at her.
Merely seeing her handcuffs, they knew what it meant.
“Look who got herself a night out in the Asylum. How cute.” Roselle muttered, her smile acidic.
Dread Asylum wasn’t like the mad people asylum. It’s a room made of complete ice at the end of this House.
If you spent a night in there and luckily got out without dying of hypothermia, you’d never remain the same again for life.
As Skylar took the first step out of the hall door with the Armies, she felt nothing out of the ordinary, but as soon as she took the second step…
Her heart slammed hard as if a large wet brick had fallen on her chest.
She grabbed her chest tight.
{{comment.anon_name ?? comment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(comment.date_added)}}
{{comment.body}}
{{subComment.anon_name ?? subComment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(subComment.date_added)}}
{{subComment.body}}