Mark: a buff college student in his early twenties, bragged about his latest gig as a security guard to his girlfriend, a tall blonde volleyball player with a golden tan on her smooth skin, as the both snuggled on the couch in front of the TV.
"I literally get paid to stay a weekend at the most mansion in town"
"Aren't you supposed to be guarding something?" a thin girl said as she stood right behind the couch. her pale skin contrasting with her black makeup and jet black hair she tied in braided pig tails.
MarK sighed
"Baby, could you tell 'Wednesday' here to give us some space"
Wendy frowned
"Jean, could you tell your dingus boyfriend to stop calling me that?"
Jean was split between defending her boyfriend and defending her best friend. but she did not get to be captain of the volleyball team without learning how to deal diplomatically with dificult situations.
"Mark: don't call her that. Wendy: if you don't like being called 'Wednesday' stop dressing like her!"
Wendy looked at her outfit, yet she saw nothing wrong with wearing black tight jeans, black laced blouse and black leather bracelets.
"Like, seriously" added Jean "would it kill you to wear OTHER colors"
"Ptshh, I wear other colors...sometimes..." Wendy retorted in mumbles
Jean rolled her eyes
"The school beach volleyball uniform doesn't count!"
"Alright, dudes and dudettes!" a slim guy with scruffy hair and a short goatee interrupted "I think its time I bring out my special brownies"
"Caseeeey, my man!" said Mark exitedly as he high-fived Casey "I knew you'd come through!"
Casey gave Mark a brownie, then handed some over to Jean and Wendy.
"So sweetie... like, what exactly are you supposed to be guarding?"
Mark shrugged
"He left me a note" he said as he handed over the note to the group "apparently all I have to do is keep an eye on a satue collection"
Jean, Casey and Wendy read the note:
"Mark:
As we discussed earlier, you will be incharge on securing my precious Musician idol, which is secured on the room at the end of the hallway. feel free to use the amenities so long as you follow the instructions below:
1) always make sure to lock the door guarding the idols whenever you leave the room
2) whenever you enter you enter the room, bow to the idols
3) never enter the room barefoot
4) never laugh inside the room
5) from 3:00pm to 9:pm, you must play the record provided on the room, as it contains the music the idols like
6) if any of the rules mentioned below were not followed: LEAVE! contact me immediately as soon as you vacate the building.
These rules are for your safety, and if you follow them exactly to the letter, you will have no problem securing my idol"
The gang seemed more confused after reading the note than beforeAs we discussed earlier, you will be incharge on securing my precious Musician idol, which is secured on the room at the end of the hallway. feel free to use the amenities so long as you follow the instructions below:
1) always make sure to lock the door guarding the idols whenever you leave the room
2) whenever you enter you enter the room, bow to the idols
3) never enter the room barefoot
4) never laugh inside the room
5) from 3:00pm to 9:pm, you must play the record provided on the room, as it contains the music the idols like
6) if any of the rules mentioned below were not followed: LEAVE! contact me immediately as soon as you vacate the building.
These rules are for your safety, and if you follow them exactly to the letter, you will have no problem securing my idol"
"Like, what does he mean by "for your safety"?" Jean asked concerned
"What? is it going to come to live and turn you into a statue?" asked Wendy sarcastically
"You guys wanna see it?"
Everyone looked at Mark, as he dangled the key in his fingers. they all nodded hesitantly: partly curious to see the idol for themselves, but also dreading what sort of thing would require all those weird rules...
All four of them walked down the hall, Mark leading the way, reaching the door at the end: The room was no bigger than a closet, there was only one shelf with four statues half a meter long: a silver one of a donkey playing a lute, a black iron one of a dog playnig drums, a golden one of a cat playing a violin, and a bronze one of a rooster playing a trumpet. they all wore clothes from the XVIII century europe , stood on their hind legs and with their front paws played their instruments. for the most part they looked whimsical, except for their faces: they bore a wide grin and their jeweled eyes appeared to gaze at the gang directly.
"Dudes... those things are giving me some seriously bad vibes!"
"Why would anyone pay to guard a bunch of cheap looking statues?" asked Wendy skeptically
"Who cares?" replied Mark "we get the penthouse for ourselves, and a wine cabinet full of expensive bottles, so we are going to take a couple of these..." he runs pulling Jean with him before she can say anything "...and take the master bedroom. g'night everyone, dont break anything"
Before anyone could reply, Mark had already dragged Jean to the master bedroom and left Wendy and Casey alone.
"...guess I'll sleep on the couch" said Casey
"Yeah..." muterred Wendy
"So much for a mansion, they only left one guest room open... Just the same, you know how I get my late night munchies, might as well have a quick access to the kitchen-"
Wendy was already gone, leaving Casey to talk to himself as he headed to the kitchen.
Wendy went to the guest room and changed to a long black chemise. she looked at herself on the full body mirror as she began to undo her braided pig tails.
*Wow, I do wear too much black* she thought.
Just then, the lights went off for a few seconds before coming back on, and wendy thought she saw the closet door close by itself
"Mark?" she called, but no one answered, so she stomped towards the closet to confront whoever was hiding there
"I swear, if these is another one of your fucking pranks, i'll mmmmpph!!!"
Wendy, never got to finish her sentence as she was suddenly pulled into the closet...
"Whoa, what the hell..." Casey muttered, he was already dressed in a loose tshirt and boxers,halfway through a sub sandwitch he prepared using practically everything in the pantry, when he heard Wendy stomping and a loud crash.
"Wen, dude, I know you're bummed about spening the weekend as Jean's third wheel, but dont..." Casey called her as he walked towards the guest room, only to notice the idol room was open.
"Aww, man..." he whispered as he closed the door, just then he noticed the idols. One was missing and the others were no longer smiling, but staring at him intensely with a burning rage.
"Hey Wen..." he turned and opened the guest room o talk to Wendy "Wasn't the Cat statue smiling..."
Casey completely forgot about the statue as soon as he saw Wendy: her ankles and wrists bound together with black rope, and another rope connecting her wrist bindings with the ankle ones, effectively hogtying her. a man wearing a donkey mask was pinning her down on the bed as he covered her mouth with a gloved hand. Wendy stared at him with wide eyes, shaking her head in every direction possible for him to turn around before it was too late. As he turned around, he was faced with a woman wearing a dog's mask...
"Fuck this" he said as he did a 180 degree turn "I'm out of here"
He started running down the hall, when something made him trip and fall flat on his face to the ground, from where he never got a chance to get up...
Mark and Jean had already consumed both wine bottles, lit a couple of candles and put on some smooth jazz music, jean had stripped down to a hot pink nightie and mark to a tank top and boxers when they heard the loud thud at the other end of the penthouse. Mark groaned in frustration: all the effort to create the perfect mood had been ruined
"Goddammit guys! you better not have broken anything"
Mark stormed out of the bedroom, across the hall until he noticed the idol room's door slightly ajar, he opened it to reveal the idols were missing.
"Not cool, guys, nobody should be messing with that idol!" he yelled, but nobody replied
"Jean, babe, I'm sorry to break the mood, but could you help me find..." Mark said as he returned to the master bedroom, but was left in awe as he saw his girlfriend's legs tied together with black rope above and below her knees as well as her ankles, more black ropes were encircled above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her torso, her wrists were tied together behind her as well. black tape was encircled multiple times around her mouth, forcing her to warn her boyfriend with only muffled screams, wide yes and head gestures about the incoming danger coming from the dark silhouettes creeping above and behind him...
To be Continued...