The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}

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Not long after I had been set free.. Ish, the creature returns to the room, and without exchanging words, it wraps its bony and cold fingers around my left upper arm and pulls me towards the door. Normally, I would have yanked my hand out of such grip. But dare me to do so now.
All I hear is silence and my breathing.

Whatever is happening, I can't make sense of and Harry for his good should soon put an end to this madness if this is his handwork. Of course, it is! Who else would kidnap me and tie me up in a room? I have wronged no one! Not even him. Ugh!

Once I step out of the room, I am welcomed by a cold breeze. The corridor is a bit dark but I keep following this creature as it pulls and tugs at my arm to indicate when to stop, move or turn.

Not long after, we approach a very long and empty hallway brightly lit with the orange glow from candles. With dried leaves all over and windows on both sides. Well since I left that room.. cell... prison... Whatever you may want to call it, I haven't seen a single creature. Well, asides from the one holding on to my arm.

Should I attempt escape? Oh, who am I kidding!?. I don't even know where I am and for all I care, I may be jumping from pan, into the fire.

I continue the long, dreadful, and awfully quiet journey down this hallway that feels to be kilometers long. My dress is a total mess. Dirty and ripped. I am sure I look like a street kid.

The breeze blows and dust gets caught in my nostrils. I sneeze and use my hands to cover my mouth. Only then do I feel the blood on my lips. I'm hurt!? I'm hurt! Oh, Harry, you have outdone yourself this time.

And what's up with this creep!? How could a creature stay so quiet for so long!?. It's been only a few minutes and my throat feels like it's about to rip. First, I need water and more importantly, I need to speak!.

Just when I thought this dreadful journey was over, we approach a fleet of stairs. A fleet so long it looks like the passageway to the future. Oh common!

I want to ask, no. I need to ask questions. Harry is fucking wrong going about things this way. He is only making matters worst. I most definitely can't forgive him for what he did.

I suddenly recall the earlier hours of this night and anger flows through my veins causing me to suddenly stop in my tracks and this sudden interruption in the creature's steps isn't something it likes as I feel its fingers tighten around my arm.

"Did Harry put you up to this? " I ask the creature in an unsure voice. I am angry, but also scared.

The creature doesn't turn nor reply. It simply begins to pull my hand trying to resume movement. What!? No way. No answer, no movement!.

"Did Harry send you!? " I ask this time with much more authority than intended in my voice.

With reflexes so sharp and sudden, so fast I doubt their human. This creature turns to face me. It doesn't speak but bores holes into me with its eye's and I hear an abdominal growl. Its grip on my arm intensifying. So much so it felt as though one more squeeze would cost me my arm.

Yup! That's enough to get me moving.
My anger is instantly replaced with fear.
Oh, Harry, you don't know how much more you just made me hate you.

We keep moving in silence as I look at the back of this creature's black hood. It reminds me of the movie Harry Potter.

I try to get my mind off the fear that's eating me up and focus on the sounds of the dry leaves crunching under my foot.

We finally get to the bottom of the steps and after about three more minutes, I am faced by a gigantic old door.

Did I forget to mention this building looks like an old, abandoned Gothic castle!?.
If I didn't, well I just did.

Standing before this door, my anger bars are fully charged, ready to discharge on Harry as soon as I sight him in the room behind this door.

But once this door is open, only then do I realize that Harry is the least of my problems. This is the point where I realize my life is about to take a nasty turn down a horrible lane.