1-3: The Monsters in The Attic-II

The butler pulled from his pocket a jingling sound of metals. She looked to saw the large circular metal that had keys all around the place, jingling in a different color. He seemed to be a little flustered as he tried to choose from between the keys the one that was by far the brightest streak of red. 

When the key was pushed inside, Jane expected him to open the door by twisting the key and yet he didn't. 

He looked at the door again and knocked on it. 

"Young master." 

The cold wind answered them.

Jane felt her heart thumping loudly across her chest now. 

She still couldn't figure out why she felt so... disturbed. Was it because the odd pieces of puzzle she kept finding? The fact that this young master was blind, violent, and yet left in a place that was bared from other people? 

"I will be introducing the new maid that will act as your caretaker." 

The butler explained his condition for coming in, as if he was told to do so. 

That being said he had given so many rules which she guessed he also have for himself to follow. 

The other person in the room didn't answer so Jane wondered if they were even listening to what the Butler had to say in the first place. 

But the butler seemed like he didn't want to find out whether the person on the other side of the door was listening, it's as if he couldn't bear to get this over with because he didn't want to have his neck pressured against a cold blade. 

Then the butler twisted the key, and as she saw the pitch black room that greeted her, Jane was stunned. 

There was not even a single light in the room. Sure it was already dark outside but the way the room was dark, it felt so unnatural as if the abyss had engulfed this entire place before her. 

She hesitated, confused at the darkness as at that moment she felt a brief invisible hand that seemed to had wreathed itself around her neck. 

But in that moment, something unexpected happen. 

Her body that was standing frozen at the ground suddenly swayed forward and the darkness pulled her in. 

Pain shot from her knees and she looked backward at the butler who had pushed her in. His bitter expression seemed the same as the look that Jane had seen from parents who had given small animals to their children's hands, knowing well that the children wouldn't be able to take care of it. 

Yes, as if he knew her demise would come soon to her. 

"Wait!" Jane's bad premonition told her that she should stop the man from closing the door. In the end, it shut before her face. 

The line of light that had settled on top of her face minimize until there was almost no more light, until finally none at all. 

Even her voice seemed to be absorbed into the empty field of the intense blackout. 

Jane shuddered at once. 

The darkness took its time to sink into her head and the moment she heard a sharp click, her body jumped from the ground. She raised her hand, trying to touch the door in front of her which was further than expected and so she fell forward. Her chin almost fell but thankfully she seemed to had fallen into something firm around her chest. 

Firm, but not too hard, enough to support her from falling without actually hurting her. 

She raised her hand, coming closer to the wall that felt soft and then the door that felt like a wood. Knocking on it, she cried out, "Don't lock the door!" 

But the butler's voice fade and following it, she couldn't hear the sound of footsteps. 

She came closer, pressing the side of her face to the wooden surface only to hear her own loud heartbeat. No matter how hard she tried to calm her errant nerves, she couldn't. She found herself hearing the heartbeat louder than her need to listen for the footsteps. 

"He left..." she whispered, half startled, half befuddled. 

How could he just left her? In a room so dark no less? 

Where was she? Is this her living quarters now? 

But no way. The butler said young master to the room which meant he must have left her in a room with the said young master. 

But why? 

Doesn't that butler fear what she could do to this young master? 

And a room so dark... it's unsafe for children. Even if he's blind. 

"How weird," she whispered, touching everything she could touch beside the door. "Is there no furnitures?" She slowly climbed upward to the wall, using the surface to help herself support her body so she could get back to her feet. 

As she finally stood up and could move her knees, whatever strong surface that had saved her seemed to disappear. She knew it as the moment she moved her knees forward, her shin that supposed to hit the hard yet safe object didn't hit anything. 

It should have strike her as odd, but Jane was in such deep darkness she couldn't even pay much attention to it. 

She didn't even realized the pair of eyes that glimmered in the darkness, watching her as she stumbled her way into the pitch black room. 

The gaze laid on her face. 

It should be impossible for any normal eyes to look into this darkness but the gaze froze at her face, the way it stared seemed to be alive yet at the same time empty as it seemed to have no ability to look anywhere else. 

"Uhm... excuse me?" 

Jane's voice left her cherry red lips. Her hair she had tied into a bun a few days ago had became loose and just that moment the hairband tying her hair which was already on verge of snapping did snap, leaving her hair to fall over her shoulders. 

"I'm... the new maid here."

She tried to reach out to whoever was inside. 

The butler couldn't have left her inside the room alone, not when he had called the person in the room as if he knew that person was inside. 

Silence all around her felt uncomfortable but what could she do other than wait? 

So she waited, waited until the silence became haunting, until it became unbearable. 

"I'm sorry if you're asleep..." she whispered again, trying to be louder, "But can you possibly tell me if you are somewhere inside this... room?" 

Slowly, Jane touched the walls again. She made her way around the room, noticing that despite this being the attic, this room was far too big, actually too big. 

Ah only then did she finally touch something.

Her hesitating feet took a step closer as the very tips of her fingers managed to feel a sturdy furniture. 

She knew it wasn't the wall as it felt draped by some cloth, possibly the hanger? Odd though. Her fingers went over what sturdy object she touched, feeling that it was also fleshy and warm. 

But it's so firm and for some reason the more she touched, the more confused she was. 

"I didn't think he hired a whore."

The deep slithering voice immediately caused Jane's entire body to freeze up on the spot. Eyes wide, she lifted her face up and though she couldn't see in this dim place, she could tell the person's head was two heads above her as his voice came further from her ears despite being close at the same time. 

At the unexpected situation, her feet took a step back but it couldn't get far enough as a strong grip pinned her hands mid-air. 

She didn't know why but for some reason... 

For some reason she felt greatly alarmed. 

There was something about the man's voice, as deep yet velvet as a smooth fabric. At the same time, the way it came from the man's throat felt as if was lower than abyss itself. 

"What a thin hand."

For a moment, a chill ran down her spine again, this time because she did remember the voice to be deep, but when it came out the second time, she realized it was much deeper than she thought a vocal chord could even muster. 

The voice the man had voiced out, was deep and scary in this darkness, at the same time Jane couldn't help but wonder when have she ever heard such deep voice before?

She can't remember it... because she had never heard a voice that was as enchanting as the voice of the man towering before her. 

A languid tone then slipped from his voice, as slow as a sigh. 

"Does your ears work? You call me out for so many times and when I speak, you're dead quiet as a rat."

Suddenly Jane couldn't breathe. 

She didn't know if it was the hand that had touched her felt so scary that she couldn't breathe, or the fact that the man's voice in front of her was deeper than a growl. 

Maybe... it was the fact that she also felt a hot flush on her face and the sweet scent emanating from him. 

This... 

He isn't a child! 

The moment she realized that, Jane found herself walking a step backward only to find herself hitting the wall. It seems while she was flustered and moved back, she had instead cornered herself into the man's mercy.