Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters, Annabelle Hawthorne [smart ebook reader TXT] 📗

The only door in the room opened, creaking quietly. Rolling his eyes, Mike walked through the dollhouse. It was a close replica of his home, but several of the rooms were simply painted along the back wall. The clunky furniture closely modeled what was left in his home after Jenny’s last tantrum.

Walking down the stairs, he saw that the front room with the fireplace had a fire in it. A human woman stood in the corner with her back to him, her long black hair hanging down to her waist. She faced the corner, her red dress billowing around her in a room with no wind.

“Where are we?” Mike asked.

“Inside your mind,” Jenny said, her voice coming from everywhere. “Trapped in a moment, walled off in a well, in the place between awake and asleep.”

“Is this a trick?” Mike asked. “Did you possess me?”

“No.” Jenny turned around. Her hair hung loose over her face, hiding her features, but he could make out the eerie grin of a mouth stretched wide. Goose bumps sprouted along his arms and legs. “Not possessed. Talking. Easier to talk here.”

“So I’m still in the Vault?”

“It is like being asleep.” Jenny held up a hand, clenched it dramatically, and then popped it open. “You can wake if you want. Ta-ta, toodle-oo, thanks for coming by!”

Mike squeezed his hand, then released and squeezed again. If he concentrated, he could feel the world around him fade, feel the cold concrete beneath his feet. Relaxing, he let the dollhouse snap back into place. “So why bring me here?”

“I am weak now,” she said, and then his mind was blasted by an image of Beth riding his cock and Jenny’s soul jumping out of her body when she came. “Easier to talk here. It’s quiet, personal, safe, enjoy the fries, they’re fresh today!”

Mike rubbed his chin, doing his best to avoid staring at Jenny’s creepy visage. “You are still recovering.”

Jenny nodded, the motion causing her hair to droop and then part. He caught a glimpse of the pale face beneath those locks and quickly looked away.

“I’m sorry we had to do that,” Mike said. “But I want to talk about it. Are you still mad?”

In response, the whole house shook. The furniture vibrated across the floor, and the walls creaked around him.

Mike waggled a finger back and forth. “Uh-uh. If you throw a tantrum, I’m leaving you here for another week.”

The tremor ceased, and Jenny’s dress stopped moving. “I don’t like it here,” she whispered, her voice coming from everywhere at once. This time, images of the Vault bounced around his head. Shadows crept from one shelf to another, objects moved on their own, and the room was full of whispers. “Not one bit, Chicken Little. The sky is falling.”

“Would you like to leave the Vault?” Mike asked. “And I don’t mean for a little bit. I mean for good.”

The dollhouse rumbled but quickly settled. Jenny took a single step toward him, her body teleporting across the distance. Her figure shimmered, like static on an old TV, and he could see the dark eyes hidden behind her ominous bangs.

“Objection! Sustained! Parole for good behavior!” When she spoke, her voice bounced off the walls, assaulting him from every direction. “Yes! Please, I want to leave!” She then dropped her volume to a whisper again. “I can feel them watching me.”

This time, he was assaulted by hundreds of images at once. He was in the Vault, watching the shadows creep closer in, then he was atop a bonfire, the flames creeping ever closer to his feet. Faces of men and women from centuries past filled his mind, followed by inhuman creatures, bizarre rituals, and then finally a shadow figure with glowing red eyes. Mike stumbled, falling backward, but Jenny seized him by his shirt, holding him up.

“Then let’s go,” Mike said, his voice cracking. “But if you want to leave for good, you need to help me first.”

The house shook, but this time, Jenny remained quiet, her head tilting to one side and revealing an eye with a pinpoint pupil.

After taking a deep breath, Mike told her exactly what he wanted.

Kali traced intricate patterns into the air with one hand, leaving behind fluorescent trails that pulsed in time with the crystal in her other hand. Her spell sucked energy away from the geas, the patterns burning brightly as they drifted through the air.

“It seems I underestimated you,” Sebastien told her, watching the patterns expand until they were nearly ten feet high. Kali smiled in satisfaction, eager to see her runes devour the geas. The spell she was casting had been instrumental in taking out a warlock in the 1800s, but she hadn’t thought of applying it in such a manner until today. The patterns were merging now and forming the letters of an ancient invocation that would let her crack this place open like a giant egg.

A smile crossed her face, but then faltered. The letters themselves changed color, and blinding light filled the front yard. In her hand, the crystal was suddenly too hot to touch, flames curling around her skin. Kali cast the crystal away just before it detonated, the letters first crumbling in on themselves, then exploding. She felt the sound inside her gut, falling to one knee as the blast washed over her. It bent around Sebastien, who used his cane as a staff to protect himself. He shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“You knew that was going to happen,” Kali said, glaring at Sebastien.

“I hoped it would. Can’t have you taking all the glory.” Sebastien crossed the grass, picking up what was left of the crystal. “Completely stripped of its magic,” he announced, crushing the crystal with his fingers. A dark powder drifted away on the slight breeze.

Kali stood, shrugging off his comment. “No matter. I know a hundred different spells I can try.”

“And you are welcome to them.” Sebastien checked his watch, a gold Rolex with his name on the back.