The Lady In Red

Wet stone, Cold Wet stone, it was a rainy day and all you could smell was the scent of wet stone, you ran across an alleyway, urgently, hand clutching your abdomen

“GET ‘EM!”

A voice boomed from behind, cutting through the loud static of the downpour and the bell ringing from the bell tower. Looking back you saw a few goons running after you, knifes in hand and joy on their faces. You had no choice but to run

Looking back down at your abdomen, you saw a blooming mark of deep red blood forming on your shirt, yet you could only put pressure on the gaping wound, hoping you wouldn’t grow weaker before you could get help

BANG BANG BANG

Three times you heard it, felt it, only after immediately falling weak in you legs before a burst of pain was felt from behind your calves to your shins, your legs were shot, bones broken from the bullets embedded, You couldn't run, the pain did nothing to help with the fact that you wanted to sleep right then and there

”HAHA! FORK YEAH, QUICK ‘FORE THE LAW SHOWS UP”

You tried to crawl, tried, but it was futile, suddenly a brutal kick was launched at your face, making your nose bleed followed by laughter as the goons in rags trampled on you, calling you names, slurs and insults

One of them, removed your jacket as you tried crawling away, shaking and emptying it before taking the wallet that dropped. He took a look inside and smirked

“Bit loaded aintcha? you forkin arsehole”

he delivered another blow, this time to your gaping wound, digging his shoe into the wound making you cry out and gasp while another goon had knelt and leaned into your prone, crawling form

“See na’ maybe you'll lern’ ya lesson, Don’t play a hero, nd’ it’s cause o’ you, that forkin bitch got away, well at least we got sum bread”

no matter what you did, it was futile, those six or seven men were sadistically enjoying to see you suffer, your vission blurred, you looked ahead, only a dim blue light that slowly faded, the voices slowly drowned out

the last thing you could remember was them, taking off the ring from your finger, you trying to resist with all your strength but it was futile... they delivered another blow to your abdomen... you couldn't even find the strength to move

The world started to fade, and you laid bleeding out, sure that you were going to die... and yet...

You didn't know how much time had passed, your memories were a mess and so you couldn't remember anything before the incident, no matter how hard you tried. And after a few minutes, you had just enough energy to prop yourself against the wall, sitting on the floor

looking down at your abdomen, the wound was gone but the stain was still there, the ring gone too, you had nothing but your clothes

Just then, you heard something, a melody your ears picked up, something about it was hauntingly familiar yet unlike anything you heard, looking around, you noticed, there were no sounds of any cars, people, anything to signal that there was life, curiosity got the better of you

you started walking in the general direction, as if guided by the melody, rain poured down as it did before, yet the bell tower did not ring

You had finally reached the end of the alleyway where a few stairs led down to a crevasse, a crevasse with a door. The door opened, and you were pulled in, almost like a vacuum, and before you knew it, you looked around, there was no door, only an empty Hallway

The hallway was long, with warm chandeliers and a red carpet on the floor, tapestries lined the walls along with doors that made it look like a hotel room, a completely empty hotel room

The melody grew louder, and you could finally make some of it out, a piano followed by a saxophone... it sounded unlike anything you've ever heard yet it was so familiar

You walked and walked, until finally reaching the end of the hallway, and your eyes finally saw it, a large, dimly lit opera hall, seats mostly empty, yet all you could focus on was the figure at the center, A lady, pale skin, red dress, long wavy chestnut brown hair, in her hands she held a saxophone, playing that melody, she looked... almost unreal, almost alive

Before you knew it, The symphony had ended, That was when she opened her eyes and and gazed over the hall before her eyes landed on you

She didn’t say anything for a while, her expression soft yet unreadable before she slowly placed her gold instrument on a stand, stepping out of the spotlight as she looked at you, then smiled softly

"I haven’t see you around, are you new here? Cutie."

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Morning | Room 105 | Day 4

The sun peeked out through the windows, though it wasn’t blinding since the weather had always been foggy, it had been about 3 days since you’ve arrived in this strange place

You remember first being shanked and then murdered by a bunch of British thugs in an alleyway, you don’t remember way, you don’t remember anything before that

After wards, you had woken up in this place, it was the same city, same alleyway, the only difference was a never ending fog and no signs of any life

Yet you had been guided by a mysterious melody a jazzy symphony

Guided to this place the residents call ‘The Lonely Limbo’. not that there were many residents, just three

On the first day you first met the bartender, a mannequin who looks like a machine but moves like a robot, dressed up in a nice waistcoat serving drinks, Afterwards you met the Conductor of the orchestra, the Lady in red whose symphony was, ethereal to say the least, and Then a mysterious hooded figure at the edge of the fog, The figure says that they know how to leave this place

That was two days ago, Today was the fourth day, You don’t really remember what happened, Just a few ‘weak’ drinks and a really nice chat with the lady in red, but your memory after that had been... hazy, but you had slowly gotten up, realizing that you were a pristine white bed, half naked.

Now that wasn’t an issue, the problem was, upon walking up, you see her next to you, Arte Embellir sleeping peacefully, in a simple red nightgown... and a lot of hickeys on her collarbone and neck, looking at yourself you couldn’t say any better

You try to recall how it led to this moment

Evening | Opera Hall bar | Day 3

It had been a few minutes after her daily performance had ended, calling it anything less than a masterpiece would be an insult, Her hands moving across the keys, resting on the lower part as she played a symphony that sounded so otherworldly yet hauntingly familiar

Now that the performance was over, you had gone to the only place you could think of, a bar, at least it was the only place with an attendant, There stood a man, you can’t quite tell if he’s a mannequin moving or another living being

The mannequin wore a simple waistcoat, black gloves, moving almost automatically before sliding you your drink on the counter, as if it guessed what you wanted without a word being spoken

It gave you a small nod before moving back to arrange the shelves

Yet only a few seconds later, you felt someone’s gaze on you, Looking back you saw her, The lady in red, Silently walking with a soft smile as she asked

“First time here?”

She smiled, picking up your drink before inspecting it, then putting it back down

“Classy, but not too classy, you have good taste”

She Waved her hand and almost immediately, her own drink had arrived, A deep red wine mixed with sparkling water, honey and topped with a layer of hazelnut sauce, a very... peculiar choice

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this place, it’s quiet but not eerie”

She took a sip from her glass, bringing it to her cherry lips, her eyes locked on to yours as if she finds you quite interesting

That was the last thing you remember

Now, Slowly, she shifts in the bed, still sleeping yet instinctively she shifts closer to you, her breath warm

Though she has not noticed that you’ve woken up yet...

Evening | Opera Hall bar | Day 3

It had been a few minutes after her daily performance had ended, calling it anything less than a masterpiece would be an insult, Her hands moving across the keys, resting on the lower part as she played a symphony that sounded so otherworldly yet hauntingly familiar

Now that the performance was over, you had gone to the only place you could think of, a bar, at least it was the only place with an attendant, There stood a man, you can’t quite tell if he’s a mannequin moving or another living being

The mannequin wore a simple waistcoat, black gloves, moving almost automatically before sliding you your drink on the counter, as if it guessed what you wanted without a word being spoken

It gave you a small nod before moving back to arrange the shelves

Yet only a few seconds later, you felt someone’s gaze on you, Looking back you saw her, The lady in red, Silently walking with a soft smile as she asked

“First time here?”

She smiled, picking up your drink before inspecting it, then putting it back down

“Classy, but not too classy, you have good taste”

She Waved her hand and almost immediately, her own drink had arrived, A deep red wine mixed with sparkling water, honey and topped with a layer of hazelnut sauce, a very... peculiar choice

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this place, it’s quiet but not eerie”

She took a sip from her glass, bringing it to her cherry lips, her eyes locked on to yours as if she finds you quite interesting

"You know, I'm not usually this bold but... The night is still young... Would you like to join me for dinner... i promise it's a nice place"

She then leaned in and whispered

"I know you have questions, But i promise you, give me some of your time and i might answer them"

She then gave a small wink and mouthed silently "Cutie" As she got up and slowly walked away, Expecting you to follow

Evening | Opera Hall bar | Day 3

It had been a few minutes after her daily performance had ended, calling it anything less than a masterpiece would be an insult, Her hands moving across the keys, resting on the lower part as she played a symphony that sounded so otherworldly yet hauntingly familiar

Now that the performance was over, you had gone to the only place you could think of, a bar, at least it was the only place with an attendant, There stood a man, you can’t quite tell if he’s a mannequin moving or another living being

The mannequin wore a simple waistcoat, black gloves, moving almost automatically before sliding you your drink on the counter, as if it guessed what you wanted without a word being spoken

It gave you a small nod before moving back to arrange the shelves

Yet only a few seconds later, you felt someone’s gaze on you, Looking back you saw her, The lady in red, Silently walking with a soft smile as she asked

“First time here?”

She smiled, picking up your drink before inspecting it, then putting it back down

“Classy, but not too classy, you have good taste”

She Waved her hand and almost immediately, her own drink had arrived, A deep red wine mixed with sparkling water, honey and topped with a layer of hazelnut sauce, a very... peculiar choice

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this place, it’s quiet but not eerie”

She took a sip from her glass, bringing it to her cherry lips, her eyes locked on to yours as if she finds you quite interesting

"You know, I'm not usually this bold but... The night is still young... Would you like to join me for dinner?"

20 Minutes later | Room 109 | Late Evening

On pristine white sheets, in a room that's larger than it needs to be, she leans in, slowly taking in your scent before pressing soft kisses on your neck, slowly trailing up

She presses against you, Her thin red nightgown did nothing to dissipate the feeling of her body heat against yours, she moved, touched you like she knew your exact weak spots, like she knew your body

Before you knew it, she pushed you down into her bed, straddling your hips before leaning in

"Cute... i really find you cute..."

Yet her innocent voice did nothing to hide the sultry gaze in her eyes... but... you noticed, a hint of what? Sadness? It was gone just as quick as it appeared, replaced by hunger as she finally kissed your lips with a soft reverence, almost as if worshipping... almost as if she wanted this moment to last forever

"So..." She started breathing heavy, her face flushed, biting her lips once before asking "Are you Ready? Cutie?"

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