It's safe. I'll be safe if I'll be careful right? He can't see but he can hear. I can see him moving his head, looking around wildly as if trying to find the source of the voice he was talking about. I looked down at the guy who keep groaning. He just kick me and I'm almost got caught. But then, I understand. If I'm the same position as him, I would begin thrashing in pain too. I sigh silently. If I force myself out of this, this gonna be painful to the guy. Do I have a choice? I can't see any sharp objects near us.
I took a deep breath. I need to do this.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered silently but then master Hwang suddenly dashed of where I was. I gasp in horror when he shone his fingernails on the guy beside me. I quickly covered my mouth to prevent my scream. His hand is near to my tights and with a slight shove, it will scratch my skin. I can't even barely see the guy's face being stabbed by master Hwang.
"I heard...voice...I heard it..." He mumbled, he was very close and I'm facing his side right now. I move slightly and just then I felt a light feeling from my abdomen. Just then I realized, the thread is being snapped from master Hwang's sharp nails.
My vision began to blur because of the new tears flowing out from my eyes. I move carefully as much as possible. I could feel any minute the younger master will come here to check these people. I was almost underneath the bed but he immediately grabbed my arm. I winced in pain.
"You...speak...tell me..." His breathing began ragged as if he wants to cry? I couldn't tell. I start to tremble. If I speak, is he going to kill me? "...what number are...you..."
I stared at his eyes, although his eyes look normal, he can't see, or maybe his vision is blurry. I noticed the stitches on his skin began to bleed. I began to tremble in fear. What's happening? Why is he bleeding too much?
I violently shake my head and begin thrashing. Struggling to get free but he only topped me over, caging me under him. The heck I'm gonna do? What is he doing?
I whimpered when he remove my mask and grabbed my chin, digging his nails into my skin. His blood continues to leak, dripping on my face.
"Speak." His voice darkens into a more sinister tone as he demands, scaring me more.
I began to cry, whimpering in terror but I keep my voice hush as possible. This master, all of them wasn't a human but a monster. But I can't tell, there's a scientific explanation for this. They're just taking drugs that's why they like that. I don't know what kind of drugs is that but I'm sure they are taking them. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for my faith to come to an end. Even though I don't want to die just yet not until I reach my goal.
My chin began to hurt as he grip it tighter and I could feel his nails scratching my skin deeper. Too slowly yet too painful.
"I said speak!" He yelled out as more blood flowed out from his cuts.
"Waaah!" Someone suddenly shouted from outside and after hearing it, master Hwang let go of me quickly and dragged himself outside. Almost like flying. I sigh in relief. I thought it was the end for me, glad it's not. I tried to stand up and pick my mask, wearing it again despite the blood on my face.
"Ten!" I heard number one call and spot him on the door, signing me to get out. Just when I realized that I'm still inside of master Yang's room and he'll probably go here soon.
I run quick as possible and now I and number one are both running. We head to one of the empty rooms that I'm assuming, a storage room.
"Number six saw you went to master Yang's room. You spoke did you?" He asked. "Master Hwang's room is on the opposite side of master Yang's. He can't see but he can hear."
"Why he so riled up with a certain voice? I don't know but I think it's my voice? I don't understand." I said, frowning while staring at the pile of boxes.
"I don't know but you shouldn't speak in front of him. He hates deep voices. If he hears one of us spoke with that kind of voice, he'll rip that person's throat." He said and held his own throat.
"What? So...it's something like you can't show your face in front of the masters and you can't speak as well?" I asked in confusion, tilting my head to the side.
"If you want to speak to master Hwang, you'll need to speak along with the others but I guess that can't be helped. You need to pitch your voice."
I bit my lip, remembering when we greeted him earlier, he heard my voice. Only my voice and he was so caught up in it. Is there something in my voice?
"Anyway...the game hasn't ended yet."
Before I could respond he suddenly shove his bat on my head, sending me down on the floor. I hissed in pain, grunting at the pain in my head. My vision is a bit blurry and my surrounding seemed to spin. I looked up at him and saw that he was holding a knife. He slashed the knife against the skin of my forearm, slicing it open, blood immediately splattering out. I screamed in pain, tears flowing out of my eyes as I tried to slump away but he only dug the knife all over again. I pushed him as much as I can before standing up. Opening the door and run although I don't have much strength after that horrible pain. I tried to keep my pace, holding the wall for support, crying, and whimpering in fear. What kind of sick game is this? Is this how the maids are supposed to do? Or is it my punishment?
I gasp, spewing out blood as I felt something slam into my back, knocking me over. I heaved, crimson liquid dripping out of my mouth. I turned in horror. All I thought number one got me but no, it's not number one or the maids nor toys. It was master Han, and he had hit me with what seemed to be a cane with nails all around it.
He smiled at me as he cackled. "My favorite target is maid." He giggled and hit my back again, causing shutters of pain to soar throughout my body as the nails drove deep into my back. I tried my best not to scream if master Hwang heard me again. This time, I'm dead.
"What? Not making any sound there newbie?" I heard him say like he was disappointed. "Should I try harder then?"
I could feel my consciousness begin to fade as he continuously beat me with the cane, his hysterical laughing becoming dim in my ears. I heaved once again, the amount of blood staining the paper I was wearing. I tried to move, but in my attempts, he would only hit me harder than before, as though he expected me to make a pain scream. I'm too weak, I can't move anymore. I couldn't do anything.
When I was about to faint, he stepped on my stitched hard causing me to scream in pain. But for some reason, he suddenly stopped, and just then I heard him groaning as if something is hurt in him. I whimpered when master Han drop limp on the floor, beside me. He was facing me and I could tell that he was in great pain just like me.
"Master Han!" I heard someone call, it's one of the toys.
My consciouses began to fade as my vision turn completely dark but before I finally fainted, I see the rest of the households run to where we was and I could feel that someone carried me.
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I woke up because of the loud noise coming from outside, my head pounding, and the world spinning around me. I slowly open my eyes. My vision is a bit blurry but I can see an orange light that filtered the room. I assume that it's already dark and I guess the wind is in a bad mood right now. I was laying on my stomach, shirtless, on the bed, in a room I recognized. I refused to move for the fear that this was all a dream, that I was dead. Wait, what happened? I remember me was almost dying in master Han's hands. Then...I am dead? No! I can't be dead!
I twitched, and my back immediately shot up in a burning flame. I winced and let out a loud whimper. I noticed a guy with wolf hair and highlights come to my side, his holding a basin. He was full of bruises and cuts on his neck and face. Dark circle around his eyes as if he didn't sleep in a long time, he look pale and thin. All of them was thin and pale and I'm the only one who's different among them aside from that I already have bruise and wounds now.
"Are you okay? Don't move." He said and tried to touch me but I quickly move away. I'm scared he might hurt me.
"Don't worry ten, it's already done. We won." I turned around when I heard number six-spoke and he's seating on his bed beside mine. While this guy is seating on the opposite side of the bed which is my left side. I gasp when I realized that this guy who has wolf hair is number four?
I turned over to number four. He was staring at me with worry. "Number four?" I gasp and he smiled.
"Yes, it's me." He replied.
"You safe? I thought the masters got you." My eyes began to water again. I'm glad he's alive, I'm glad he's fine aside from that he only receive a few scratches and new bruises after bruises.
"Well...the masters got him. I mean master Yang got him but since you defeated master Han before any of the maids got you, master Yang release him." Number six explain. "And that's a first time. If you didn't beat master Han, number four will probably become one of master Yang's toys."
"You mean...the people I saw in his room?" I asked in shock, my eyes widen in fear and number six nodded.
"Many of the maids either the toys didn't make it last. Many of us become their toys then died." He sighed, staring at the wall with sullen eyes. "Half of us was taken away from the butcher...cannibal like that while trying to escape." He explain and my eyes grew larger. Is there a cannibal in a place like this?
"While the other newbie like you...showed their faces in front of the masters." Number four added. He looked down my stitch. "Your stitches are kind of...I mean...they look like the masters'..." He carefully said, not wanting to trigger or hurt me.
"Yeah...that was a huge scar. What happened? How did you get that wound?" Number six asked, looking at me with raised brows. "It seemed still fresh."
I attempted to push myself up from the bed, but it would only end up in an agonizing pain shooting through my whole body especially my stitched-up wound and forearm. It was hard to breathe. I could smell something from outside of the room, something meaty as though it was a soup of some kind.
Number four quickly helped me up. I stared down my stitch and I was thinking if I should tell them the truth. The truth is that this stitch-up wound is a long time now and I don't know why this is still fresh as if it doesn't want to heal. I can't remember how I get this wound. All I could remember was that I almost died in a car accident. For some reason, I'm the only one who survive that accident, and my parents didn't make it. I don't know if that's a miracle or I'm don't wanna die yet. I don't wanna die. I need to reach my goal first.
I jumped when number four suddenly touch my stitch wound, tracing it up to my chest as if examining it.
"It's really...the same wound as the masters and it's still fresh like theirs." He said while tracing my wound.
"It's not leaking so I decided not to...you know, bandage it." I sighed. "I got it from the accident weeks ago and since I'm...uh...hard-headed..." I cleared my throat.
"Anyway, it's Beom," Number four said, withdrawing his hand away and handing me my shirt and the two big belt. "My name is Beom and he's Yeonjun. What's yours?"
I stared at my wounds for a while, it's already clean but the sting pain remains. I carefully dressed myself up and Beom helped me up. "It's Sunoo," I answered, wearing the belt around my waist.
Once I'm done I noticed Yeonjun stood up and walked to the closet and took my paper bag from it. The blood is still on it. He hands it to me as he slumps beside me. "I tell you about the masters."
I take my mask before nodding. Yeonjun clicked his tongue. "Master Yang is the youngest among them. He always likes to play and make toys, his favorite is us, maids. He doesn't like playing fair and...you should watch out from his doll."
"You mean...that rag doll he's carrying?" I asked to make sure and he nodded.
"It's always watching and so his owner too. He can see everything with that doll. He's always watching but not when he's in the game." He paused for a while. Just then we heard light footsteps from outside of our room. He leaned close to my ears. "That's the doll. He's watching right now."
I began to shiver again as the thought of moving the doll scared me to death. "I'm scared. I can't stand dolls. I'm afraid of them."
"Don't worry, as long as you won't come out from this room at night. You won't encounter that creepy doll." Beom assured me, holding my trembling hands.
"Number eight caught you struggling for life from master Hwang. He got you. Did you speak?" Yeonjun asked and I nodded. "I assume number one told you about it." I nodded again. I thought that time I was gonna die. I was thankful number eight is the one who yelled in the hallway. Taking master Hwang's attention to save me.
"But don't trust number one if it's come turning against each other in a game," Beom said too. "He willing to hurt anyone just to win."
I didn't know number one is that kind of a person although he's being nice to me at all times. But maybe, don't judge someone if you don't know them. "Beom is right. He's a scam like the other toys especially Barbie."
"Who's Barbie?" I asked. That name, I heard from number nine.
"She's the treat for us and she's trying to take the master's good side. I don't think that's her tactics to survive but to make them fall in love with her so she could be a masters' wife." Yeonjun hissed.
"If that happened...she will have the control of all the servants from this house. She's a bitch like what number nine said." Beom agreed, nodding his head. "Better stay out of that bitch." He warned me and I silently nodded in the ninth time.
"But there's one master Barbie can't get because she feared him." Yeonjun chuckled slightly.
"It's master Yang brother? He looks dangerous to me." I suggest that both of them shake their heads.
"No, it's master Lee," Yeonjun said with fear in his voice. "He's the worst. Total opposite of his brother."
"Master Lee," I mumbled as I nod my head. The worst master is master Lee, I should know that. Master Yang seemed not dangerous at all but very tricky. Master Hwang is terrifying I must say even though he can't see but can hear everything near him, even it's a wind. Master Han is a little bit scary but most of all he's disturbing. He pops out from nowhere and I couldn't tell how he does that. Maybe there's something like a secret passageway?
Master Yangs...I don't know yet, same as master Park and master Kim. But I guess master Kim is a genius one, he can detect our plan fast if we have one. They are all scary. I can't stay here any longer. We must escape from this freaky place.
Silence surrounded us until we heard footsteps then a loud thud after footsteps then that again. Until we heard giggling with a slutty moan. Yeonjun and Beom cringe in disgust. I gagged at the thought of what it might be.
"One thing you must know about master Hwang and master Yang," Yeonjun whispered in my ear. "They're very sexual especially master Hwang."
"That's gross." I cringe in disgust. "Who's outside then?" I asked.
"It's Barbie and...it's master Hwang," Beom answered in disgust.
We fell in silence for a while before cringing in disgust once again at the same time.
It's already night. The candle is no longer in flame. I can barely see aside from that there's a moon, slightly lightened the pitch-black room. I can't sleep, I couldn't sleep. I can still hear them from the other rooms. Barbie is making a loud noise.
I sat up on the bed, forgetting my mask to put on. I slowly walked to the closet and took my clothes. I search my phone inside and I sigh in relief when I had it in my hands. I open the flashlights. I checked the battery and again it's a relief that it is still full.
I shone my light on the door. I know, going outside when it's night is dangerous but I need to get out of here. I need to find a perfect spot for a signal. I will call Jinki and ask him to call the cops to go here. That's my first plan and if I fail...I guess it's not the time yet. I need to plan wisely.
I walked towards the door, sticking my ear on the hard concrete, listening to the sounds from outside. I could hear Barbie's disgusting moans and...footsteps. Who owns those footsteps?
I turned off my lights and let the small light from the screen guide me. I kneel and peek from the small space underneath the door. I can't see anything. It's pitch black but I could hear the footsteps, walking back and forth. It's creepy because whoever this was had no plan on stopping pacing in the same hall. It's disturbing.
"Ah...damn," I said and the mansion suddenly filled in the silence. The footsteps stop as long as Barbie's mewls. What is happening? Why does the atmosphere become heavy?
A loud bang on the door caused me to scream in shock and I quickly back away. Just then, Beom and Yeonjun woke up. The loud bang went again and I was about to scream but Yeonjun quickly covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming.
"Don't scream...it's...master Han." He whispered in a hushed tone.
The banging on the door didn't stop for a minute. "I heard! I heard! I heard!" He shouts the same word every time and this is making me feel dizzy. I'm scared. I can't properly breathe because of the fear.
"I heard it! The voice!" He yelled out, banging the door with force this time. His voice darkens into a more sinister just like master Hwang.
I gulp nervously. He's shouting the same word as what master Hwang keeps saying whenever he's near me. Is it because of my voice? That's why are they acting like that? What's wrong with my voice? Why are they so triggered in my voice? As if they're going crazy with my voice?
Yeonjun let me go but he still keep me in his arms while Beom is on my side as if protecting me.
"Why..." I whispered and I whimpered when Yeonjun hit my mouth. I glared at him and he only shook his head.
We both jump when a large nail pierced the door. I began to shiver in fear. Is my voice is treated for myself?
"Hide," Beom told me and Yeonjun pushed me under my bed.
Yeonjun peeks me under the table and Beom sign me to be quiet as possible. I began to cry again. I don't know what is happening. Are they going to die because of my stupidity?
I hope not.