Young Master Damien's Pet

In the cold, quiet mansion, Durik who was being held firmly by the hands of the black witch stared at the bloody trail of blood in front of him. He couldn't breathe well with the bloody murder that had taken place in the mansion not knowing how many more deaths had occurred under the roof he now was in.

The toad continued to watch and the young vampiress body was being dragged from the hallways to another room. It was the first for Durik to witness something so cold and cruel in his life. The most he had seen was animals being killed but to see something like this, even he wasn't able to let the information sink into his brain.

It was like everything stood still.

He had known the young vampiress, Lady Grace since he had joined Quinn's mansion. It had been a few months since he had started his work there while also trying to get out of it and during that period of time, the butler had come to know some of the family habits. Grace had the personality to create trouble and even though she had been rude as she looked down upon others giving them a demeaning look, the butler would have never thought she would die in such fashion.

He didn't believe anyone deserved to be killed by being beaten to death. The gore had been too much for him to handle and he had to look away from it.

The girl needed to be punished for being stupid and taunting but death was too extreme to be considered for a spoilt vampiress.

"What are you going to do with her? Don't you think her family members will find her missing?" asked the witch who was still holding him.

"Do you know who she is?" asked Robarte while dragging the girl by her hand. The dead girl's hand and leg was bleeding that left a trail of blood on the floor, "She is Grace Quinn. Damien Quinn's sister."

Laurae raised her brows hearing this, "This should be interesting then."

"Nobody knows she has been coming here to visit me. That she was talking to me, so they will never be able to find out what happened to her. Put the toad back in the room and fix the body that is outside."

Durik wanted to escape but he didn't know how and when to escape. The witch was taking him back to the room and all he wanted to do was run away and escape but he had seen the two witches throwing spells on a man who had tried to escape after he had transformed back from being a toad.

One spell and he would be dead.

Like a good toad, Durik stayed quiet without croaking even once before he was put into the room along with his fellow croakers where the door shut close before being locked.

Durik flopped back close to the door, staring at the handle. If he were back to his usual self, there wouldn't have been any problem in unlocking the door and running far far away from this land but right now, he couldn't just leave. With the death of Lady Grace, he felt as if it were his obligation to let the family of Quinn know what had happened to her.

He placed his slimy webbed hand on the door that looked like a giant hill right now.

Durik hit his toad head on the door. Smacking it one after another.

He had to leave this place else he would forever continue to be a prisoner of the witches. It wasn't anything new to know about the black witches who enjoyed taking in people and keeping them for years unless they needed to be sacrificed.

Going far back, he tried to jump. One jump after another as his height increased to reach the handle but it was never enough.

The other toads didn't bother. It was as if they had gone through what he had felt and they were tired, given up on the idea to escape as there was no way out but Durik who had been locked for days here and now that he had stepped out of the room, the freedom felt too sweet and near which was right outside this door. A wall away yet it was not possible to leave this place.

He had to find a way to get out of here. It was either he was going to be stuck here forever or he was going to be killed, or he could risk himself by trying to escape which would either turn him dead or would lead in his escaping from here.

When the next day arrived, the door opened again and Durik had come up with the plan.

In came the black witch to feed the toads that were held captive while Durik stood behind the door and when she entered the room, he quickly stepped out of the room as fast he could. Sticking to the corners he started to flop himself away from the room and just when he heard the reverberation on the floor, he took himself in hiding himself behind the statues without making a sound before he would by mistake croak in front of the black witcher who had captured him.

Watching the man walk past him, Durk quickly continued to flop until he reached the door that appeared to be open. Jumping as quickly as he could, he made his way to only hit his head as if there was an invisible wall in here.

He didn't understand what happened but when he moved closer, he touched the invisible layer of the wall that was placed on the door. He quickly moved around hoping to find something or some way to get out of here but every time he tried to jump he hit his toad head.

At the same time, he heard the black witcher yell at the woman, "Where is the other toad?!"

"Which one? Weren't there only so many?" asked Laurae her brother who didn't know that every time she came to feed the toads, Durik had been hiding behind the door where she had failed to count the number of toads.

Durik who could hear the commotion taking place in this broken house realized soon they would start to look for him, after all, he was a witness to the two death's that had taken place as well as he was the one who knew they were black witches.

"Where did the toad go? It should be somewhere here in the house," said Robarte with his angry footsteps walking around the mansion.

The butler started to treat carefully, going up the stairs with great difficulty until he came upon one of the rooms in the mansion. Getting inside it while hoping the black witches wouldn't find, Durik took the corner of the room and decided to rest for some time before thinking what to do.

One of the black witches entered the room but he was still not found as he had camouflaged himself with the rest of the surroundings before leaving the room. He could hear the sounds of the two people trying to spot him and he could only hope that he would be able to leave this haunted witch house alive.