“Come on, hurry” Cait urged Charlie, trying to hurry her along.
“Cait, we’re not all Usain Bolt” Charlie gaped, stopping briefly with her hands on her knees “I just need a second”
“Come on, you can rest in the car” Cait replied indignantly, trying to pull Charlie back upright “We’ve gotta get back, report this shi-“ Cait gasped as a hand, clad in a leather glove clamped over her mouth, and the barrel of a gun placed against her temple.
“Now Charlotte. I suggest you do as I say, otherwise Caitlyn’s little will be in the same state you left my little friends” a familiar voice growled
Charlie looked up to see the tall imposing figure of Percival holding her sister at gunpoint, grinning maniacally, with a dozen green monsters flanking him on either side.
“YOU FUCKER! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!” Charlie screamed. She heard a loud bang, and screamed. “CAIT!”
“RUN CHARLIE! Cait yelled. Percival was hobbling around, bleeding profusely from his leg. Cait threw the now empty handgun into the woodland as she was grabbed by several of the monsters “RUN! I’LL BE OKAY. GET OUT OF HERE!” Charlie went to run towards her “NO! RUN!” The monsters lifted Cait off the ground, kicking and screaming, carrying her off into the woodland, Percival limping behind them.
“CAIT!” Charlie screamed, sprinting after them. She leapt through the bush they had taken Cait through, and looked around. Nothing. No sign of anybody or anything. She scrabbled around, yelling Cait’s name, look for doors, holes, ladders, portals, anywhere they could have gone. Nothing. Charlie dropped to her knees, bursting into tears. She spent about 10 minutes there, sobbing. Eventually she came round, stood up wiping the tears from her eyes. She didn’t know how, but she’d find Cait, free Cait and ensure that Percival Gregory never saw the light of day again.
Charlie sat on the edge of the guest bed, going over in her mind what she could do. She found no trace of where they could have gone. No clues. She flicked through the cameras repeatedly, looking for anything that could help her work out where Percival could have taken Cait. Then it dawned on her. There were two rooms she hadn’t been inside in the house. Percival’s bedroom and study.
“The answers must be in one of those rooms” she thought to herself. She stood up, pulled on new underwear, jeans, t-shirt, checked her hair was still in its tight braided ponytail, and headed out onto the landing area at the top of the stairs. “His room first” she thought. Trying the door, it swung open with ease. Charlie stopped, surprised at the fact it wasn’t locked, took a deep breath and entered. The room itself was as she may have expected. A rather grand bed stood in the centre of the far wall, flanked either side by solid wooden furniture, adorned with the trinkets and collectibles found around the house. She turned to look at the wall facing the bed, and jumped in shock with what she saw. The wall was blank, except for a solitary object, no larger than a dinner plate, hanging in the centre. The object was the mask Charlie had seen throughout her stay in the house. On the television, tablet….She motioned towards it, but stopped short of touching it. It had a wooden look to it, like it had been carved from a single piece. The craftsmanship was exceptional; looking like it could have been sculpted using modern technology. However it was obvious the piece had age, faded and worn in place, with signs that it had spent time in the elements. As a piece of art, it was magnificent. However for Charlie, it represented everything she had come to hate about this place. She continued to look around the room, searching cupboards, drawers and shelves. She found a small red book, containing what seemed like a journal. She sat on the edge of the large bed and started to glance through it.
“27th January. I appear to have worked out how the powders function. They can be used to enchant things. Bring them to life when they’re disturbed. Transform people and things. There must be a way to manipulate what it is they do to the object.
29th January. My cleaner Rosalina accidentally knocked over some of the yellow powder. She swept everything up and apologised. Later on she said she felt dizzy and left early. Strange. This might be worth monitoring.
30th January. Rosalina called in today, saying she had been having terrible nightmares. I wonder if the powder had anything to do with it?
31st January. Hired a new cleaner. A live-in cleaner, someone I could keep an eye on. She’s called Tara, a young Texan lady. I put some of the yellow powder into her gloves. I will monitor her reactions.
1st February. I caught Tara masturbating in the bathroom with a toilet brush. I questioned her about it; she said she didn’t remember it. I showed her the video. She said she remembered a strange dream about being attacked by a monster while she was cleaning. This is an interesting development. I wonder if I can see or control these visions, or make them reality?. This calls for more research.
7th February. Did a week of tests with Tara. She’s experienced various delusions and dreams, and each time she’s been either pleasuring herself. In one instance she had taken the delivery man upstairs to the bedroom. I will stop experiments on her for a week, let her recover. I will test the effects on myself.
8th February. Tried the yellow powder on myself. I found that I could control flora, manipulating it to my will. I grew a plant to 10 feet tall in 30 seconds. I added leaves to a cactus, and vines to a lily. I will review footage in the morning to check if these were reality.
9th February. Reviewing the footage, I can confirm the experiments on with the yellow were not simple visions, and that I have been able to control plant life. Video footage shows it occurring, and the plant I grew still stands at the height I had grown it to. I shall experiment with the other powders.
Charlie skipped through entries detailing his experiments, about how he had been able to influence directly the visions that Tara had been having, and about how he had manage to command objects, plants and animals to torment Tara in reality. She landed on another entry.
“29th March. I believe I have uncovered the true power of these powders. It seems the legend of Los Colores was partially true. However, they didn’t realise its full potential. I have grown an army, twisted beings to my will. Broken physics. Blurred lines between dreams and reality. And it was so simple. Once the victim had touched all four powders, I could get into them, influence their thoughts. And once I’d touched all 4, I could control everything, everywhere. Nothing can stop me.
Charlie flicked through the entries that followed horrified. It detailed further experiments on Tara, how he now kept her hostage, along with several others he’d lured to the house on the premise of house-sitting. How they’d all had all 4 powders. How he recorded their mental torture, their fictional encounters with imaginary demons, their despair at his minions assaulting them. He described something called “The Hollow”, an arena that he invited rich locals to, where, depending on the day, would have either woman pleasuring themselves to imaginary beings, or full-blown rape events, pitting women against the specimens he had created, always resulting in sexual humiliation and destruction, occasionally in death;
“Events that happen seldom, but extremely unfortunate. My friends in the police department help me cover these unforeseen issues, and I ensure their families are compensated adequately”
Charlie angrily threw the book across the room, watching as the pages rustled in the air, bouncing off the far wall to the floor.
“Where’s this fucking Hollow?” she scowled to herself. She hadn’t seen anything on the cameras. “The study” she concluded, and marched back out of the room, slamming the door hard. She marched over to the study door with a purpose. She twisted the wooden knob. Locked. Of course it was. She gritted her teeth, and aimed one heavy kick at where the lock would be positioned on the door. The door swung open with ease. “Should have used your magic voodoo powder to make your locks stronger” she muttered to herself. She stepped into the room, and looked around in shock. There was a small elegant desk with a green armchair sat in the centre of the room . Surrounding it were banks of screens and monitors. Some were just static, others showing feeds from the rooms of the house. Then there were ones showing small rooms carved into rock, with metal bars at the front. A few were empty. The others contained women. Most either hunched over, leaning against the bars, or asleep. A few were there pleasuring themselves, undoubtedly being tormented by some imaginary demon. And there was one or two being visibly tortured. A large woman was clad entirely in what looked like pink PVC, her arms bent and strapped, her legs the same, using her knees and elbows for balance. She had a large red ball in her mouth, and was wearing what appeared to be pink ears attached to a headband, with a rubber snout strapped over her own nose. Her ass was exposed, free of any of the uncomfortable looking plastic encasing the rest of her body. Lodged into her asshole appeared to be a butt plug with a curly tail attached. Charlie watched aghast as a large shape appeared in front of the camera, walking towards the poor woman on the ground. As he came into focus, the shape was revealed to be a pig, but in a more humanoid form. It’s legs still resembled a pig’s, still short, out of proportion with the rest of the beast, but much more muscular. Its body was ripped, more human than pig. The beast had human arms, and pigs trotters, and it’s head a stylised, more angular version of a pig’s head. The swine man stood behind the prone woman, pulling the tail plug from her backside. He threw his head back, presumably squealing loudly, before driving it’s penis into the gaping hole left. The woman clearly looked uncomfortable, unable to escape. Charlie couldn’t hear any sound, but what she heard in her mind was horrific. She tore her gaze away and glanced at another screen. There was a young woman with long blonde hair, sat in what appeared to be an Asian-style maid uniform. She was perched on a rock in the corner of her cell, staring at a small device. She placed it to her ear. Charlie jumped when her phone vibrated.
“Hello?” she answered tentatively.
“I don’t have long” The woman replied hurriedly, her gruff Texan accent instantly recognisable “Your sister is here. You need to stop this madness. You seem to be able to fight it. I’ve seen the footage. You’re the only one who can”
“I can see you, where are you?!” Charlie asked desperately, news of her sister increasing her anxiety
“You can see me?” Tara replied “You must be in the study then. There’s a trapdoor under the desk. That’s how I ended up here. I found it while cleaning. He hit the roof and locked me down here. Please hurry, I don’t know how much longer some of us can la-“ the phone cut off. Charlie had been looking for the trap door. She looked around at the screen, and watched in horror as large rocky arms protruded from the cave wall, grabbing each of Tara’s limbs, spreading her legs, holding her arms out stretched, pinning her into the wall., Smaller arms exposed her breast, lifted up the skirt, exposing her pussy. Charlie’s phone rang again. She cautiously tapped the button to answer.
“Hello, hello?” Charlie asked panicked
“Charlie! Help! I-I can’t take it anymore. Not again!” It was Tara’s voice, only distant and echoey. The phone on the floor transmitting her pleas. Charlie watched a figure form, like a black ghost, winding around Tara’s figure. He heard the spectral boom of its voice echoing through her phone speaker.
“Miss Maid. A pleasure as always. You seem to like phones. Let’s see exactly how much you like them.” The mist subsided with a fading cackle. Charlie stared back at the screen. She could see that Tara appeared to have phones strapped to each breast over each nipple. One appeared to be taped across the top of her pussy, and she thought she could see one poking out from inside her. There was tape covering her lips, Charlie was fairly sure there’d be another phone in her mouth. The voiced boomed again.
“Ring ring…..” it growled, followed by deep harrowing laughter. Charlie heard a muffled shriek, and watch as Tara twitched and thrashed, clearly being assaulted by the vibrations of the phones. Charlie’s phone disconnected, leaving her in silence, just the distressing images on the screens surrounding her. Charlie checked every screen, but couldn’t see Cait anywhere. She looked around the room for something to use as a weapon. As luck would have it, a toolbox sat in the corner of the room alongside a ladder, clearly having been utilised in the erection of the screens. She noticed a large orange wrench protruding from the top of the box. “Ooo, Bioshock-y” she grinned, allowing herself a smile amongst the horror surrounding her. Pushing the desk aside, she pulled the trap door open and hopped down into the dark depths below.
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