Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 412

The Red House

The house was beautiful inside, but there was something undeniably eerie about it. Every corner seemed to hum with an uneasy chill.

Warren, who was used to being waited on hand and foot, had only left two maids to look after Fiona.

Sylvia was sent upstairs to a room.

When she opened the door, the room was pitch black. Before her eyes could even adjust, someone shoved her hard, and she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled up, desperate to escape, but the door slammed shut and locked behind her.

The darkness was suffocating, bottomless, like she’d been dropped into a well. Fumbling along the wall, Sylvia finally found the switch and flicked on the light.

When she saw the room, she froze, her face draining of color.

Before her brain could even process it, her body reacted first.

“Urgh—”

She bolted into the bathroom, retching violently until there was nothing left. Leaning over the sink, she finally caught her breath.

When she looked up into the mirror, her own pale, numb face was slowly merging with another—one she didn’t recognize. It was as if a shadow was leaning over her shoulder.

Sylvia spun around, heart pounding.

But there was nothing—just a stark white wall.

Panicked, she fled the bathroom and looked around at the bizarre, almost indecent furnishings. She felt a wave of nausea roll over her again.

A round bed dominated the center of the room, a mirror mounted above it. The cabinets lining the wall were all mirrored, too.

There was a chair in the corner—though it barely looked like anything you could sit in, or lie on. Even the window seat was covered in some kind of waterbed pad, and she could picture exactly how someone might move on it. The whole setup practically screamed what it was for.

Even the bathroom seemed intentionally suggestive—the tub was oddly shaped, and there were inexplicable rings bolted to the ceiling.

Sylvia clutched her throbbing head, yanked the comforter off the bed, and wrapped herself in it, curling up in the smallest corner she could find.

She had no idea how much time passed before the door opened and Warren walked in, holding a steaming mug.

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