Azazel

 

 

Van can’t see how they will escape this time. They are cornered in a cramped room with the only exit blocked by the very person they are running away from. He doesn’t want to think that this is it and they are doomed. There must be a way out of here; he just has to think hard.

“Oh, would you look at where we ended,” Kirsten said innocently.

“You are really kind to us but we should go now,” Alice chuckled, a muscle shaking on her cheek.

Van clenches his fist and steps forward.

“Well, it’s really not polite to go running around in your house, after all the kind things you did to us. But we really need to go now,” he pleaded hopefully, though he knew all along that this won’t work at all.

The woman’s expression brightens, but their surroundings seem to get foggy. Numb sensations began to spread from their extremities and their vision blurs.

“Naughty are we,” the woman said, her voice sounding distant, “Let’s leave it here everyone, back to beds now.”

“I can’t,