When we were sucked into the stone coffin by that powerful force, everything spun before our eyes, and the surrounding darkness threatened to swallow us whole.
After a moment, we landed heavily in an unfamiliar place. Instinctively, I clutched Senior’s sleeve, my fear growing stronger.
He gently patted my hand and reassured me, "Don’t be afraid."
It was a dim space, shrouded in a faint mist, with shadowy figures flickering in and out of sight. Senior remained alert, shielding me behind him as he scanned our surroundings.
Suddenly, a dark figure brushed past us from behind, sending a chilling gust of wind. I couldn’t help but gasp, and Senior spun around—but there was nothing there.
"What kind of place is this?" he muttered under his breath.
Just then, a door glowing with pink light appeared ahead. After a brief hesitation, Senior took my hand and led me toward it.
As we approached, the door swung open on its own, releasing an intoxicating fragrance. Inside was an opulent room adorned with vibrant flowers, and at its center lay a massive round bed draped in soft silk.
Senior’s gaze grew hazy, and my heartbeat quickened.
He turned to me, his eyes burning with intensity. Slowly, he moved closer, his voice deep and magnetic as he murmured, "Little one, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever."
My face flushed crimson, and I stammered, "Senior, we’re still in the middle of an ordeal..."
He smirked, a hint of dominance in his tone. "Who cares? Just let me hold you." With that, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his scorching warmth and steady heartbeat enveloping me.
Suddenly, a shrill alarm blared through the room, and the flowers transformed into razor-sharp blades, hurtling toward us.
Senior reacted instantly, yanking me out of harm’s way.
"Dammit, another trap!" he growled.
We fled the room and continued groping through the darkness.
Next, we entered a corridor lined with mirrors. Countless reflections of ourselves stared back, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.
Senior gripped my hand firmly. "Don’t let go, little one."
In the narrow passage, our bodies brushed against each other repeatedly, each touch sending strange flutters through my chest.
Abruptly, the mirror images twisted, morphing into grotesque, screaming faces.
I shrieked in terror, and Senior pulled me close, murmuring, "I’m here. You’re safe."
Then, the mirrors shattered. Shards of glass flew at us like daggers. Senior shielded me with his body, and a sharp fragment sliced his arm, drawing blood.
"Senior, you’re hurt!" I cried, heart aching.
He smiled faintly. "It’s nothing."
After escaping the mirror corridor, we stumbled into a sprawling maze thick with fog, obscuring any sense of direction.
Holding my hand, Senior led the way cautiously, searching for an exit.
At one point, I stepped on a hidden trap and plummeted downward. Senior lunged, seizing my wrist just in time.
"Hold on tight, little one!" His voice was strained with urgency.
With great effort, he hauled me up. I collapsed into his arms, tears spilling over.
"Don’t cry," he soothed, rubbing my back. "We’ll make it out."
Suddenly, eerie music drifted through the maze, lulling us toward drowsiness.
Senior clamped his hands over my ears. "Don’t listen—it’s a siren’s song."
Fighting exhaustion, we pressed on.
Finally, we emerged from the maze—only to find ourselves at the edge of a cliff. Below yawned an abyss of darkness, and a frigid wind made me shiver.
Senior frowned. "We’ll have to find a way across."
Scouting the area, he spotted a long vine.
"I’ll go first, then pull you over," he said, gripping the vine and inching his way to the other side.
Once safely across, he secured the vine and signaled for me to follow.
Gulping, I grabbed it and began my shaky traverse. Just as I neared the end, the vine slackened.
"Little one!" Senior shouted, stretching out desperately.
At the last possible second, he caught my hand and hauled me up.
I crumpled to the ground, gasping. Senior helped me up and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You’re okay now."
Then, a stone door materialized at the cliff’s edge, creaking open to reveal a sliver of light.
Senior squeezed my hand. "This might be our way out. Let’s go."
But beyond the door lay a vast laboratory, filled with bizarre equipment and bubbling flasks.
"What is this place?" I whispered.
Senior shook his head. "No idea, but it feels dangerous."
A cold voice echoed through the room: "Did you really think escaping would be so easy?"
"Show yourself!" Senior challenged.
Only mocking laughter answered.
Machines whirred to life, spewing bolts of electricity and jets of flame. Dodging frantically, we both sustained scrapes and burns.
"Senior, what do we do?" I pleaded.
His eyes darted around. "Trust me. We’ll find a way."
Spotting a control panel, he slammed a button without hesitation.
Everything froze. The lab door slid open, sunlight pouring in.
"We’re free!" Senior exulted.
But outside awaited an entirely foreign world.
"Where are we now?" I asked.
He shrugged. "No clue. But at least we’re alive."
Turning to me, his gaze softened with tenderness. "No matter what happens next, I won’t let anything hurt you again."
Blushing, I nodded. "I believe you, Senior."
Then, without warning, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply...
