Martha beyfong kept looking at me, I wasn't sure what to say in this situation.
'*Hey Martha?*, Will that sound corny?' I tried to stand up straight, but the pain in my ribs kept me in a bent over position.
Martha looked at me, not saying a word.
*Are you a sorcerer... Mr fog?"
*Huh?... That question came out of nowhere.*
"You could at least help me" I complained.
She stood her grond not moving an inch.
"If you carry me I'll tell you everything?" I joked.
Even speaking sent a tremor of pain on my ribs, it was too much, I'm afraid I was going to lose consciousness at this rate.
My eyes bled. What happened in the down there in the hidden chamber?, where's the demon that so wanted to posses me?"
Before I could do anything, my vision blackened.
"F*ck"
*****
As I drifted through my subconscious, I reflected on past events.
The monster had been trapped for more than 600 years, why the sudden escape?, and those books I retrieved, I'll have to recollect it from the ruins, I think I dropped it.
"You can talk to me you know, mate?".
"Huh....?"
I was in my subconscious, yet I heard that foul demons voice, must've been my imagination.
"It's not your imagination boi, I'm right here".
And the sight of a massive shadow encased in chain of words was magically before me.
"What?."
Normally I wouldn't be able to read the words written on it, but this time I could.
"Confinement, heavenly restriction, hindrance" every synonym for ' trapped' was written In a long line that wrapped around him.
"What..." The demon groaned.
I panicked.
"You...." The demon glared at me.
"What exactly are you?..."
it asked weakly, like it's energy had been totally drained by something.
"What do you mean.?"
"You just had to be possesed by a higher demon, some luck I had"
"What exactly are you?, and why are you here?."
The glare intensified.
"Piss off kid".
*****
I groaned, then spranged up from the bed.
The sudden movement made me realize I was still alive because of how sharp the pain in my rib was.
I looked around, custom paintings littered the candle lit bedroom, the bed was fluffy and soft, not exactly my style. I tried to touch my injury only to realize my hands were tied up to the bed frame, tight ropes.
"Wait what's going?", I tried to wiggle free, but to no avail.
My legs were bound too.
I looked at the sky through the window, and the dark night made me wonder how long I was out for.
[Zach tried to wiggle free, but off course it was to no avail, Martha made sure of that]
Floating words morphed in front of me.
"Martha?, she tried up like this..?"
I began to regret ever going to the ruin of valgrador house hold, what abut my books.
I spotted the books he collected on a nearby shelf in the distance and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Now onto the main questions, why did Martha tie me up?."
More words morphed in front me.
[ Zach was was confused, but Martha was even more anxious, pacing around the living room, what If her brother comes home from his trip?, what would be the reason a dark-skinned gentleman was currently in her bed tied up]
Zach read the words in awe.
*Did it just write what both of us are thinking?.*
[Name: Zachariah keal]
[Age: 21]
[Race: Dark skinned male]
[Rank: Mortal(curiosity)]
"Oh yeah, even the comic forces of the universe is racist"
[Total points: 130]
[Zach's main objective: find out about miss beyfong and take revenge. (+300 points)]
[2. Find the mystic arts university of Origin law and arcane sorcerery.(+150 points)]
[3. Descover clues about the cathedral murder(+5 points)]
Is this system mapping out my goals?" I looked at it In curiousity as I continued reading.
"Is this what it had been doing all along, when I was conflicted at the lewert birthday banquet, when I was, battling against miss beyfong, when I confronted umbrella lady."
I saw that my total points were 130 I had been completeing tasks without knowing I was doing that, but what are these points for.
I heard the door knob rattle and Martha peeked through, glancing at me.
"You're awake?"
I smirked.
"As you can see... I want to hear your excuses for locking an innocent handsome man like me in your grasp."
I tugged at the ropes binding me with a grin.
"Is this your fetish?.. I never imagined a girl of your caliber would have such..."
I paused dramatically.
"Uniques hobbies."
"Shut up" she went on the defensive.
"Her face was visibly red, I couldn't tell if it was from shame or anger."
The system told me she was nervous bringing me to her home. I just wanted to test it out, turns out, it was actually true. He he.
[Martha was visibly shaken at the outrageous claims of Zach, considering she was the one that undressed him, and put the bandages over him. Looking at him now, she began to imagine what she saw when she took off his shirt]
"Wait.. what."
If I was chugging down coffee right now I would've spit out out of embarrassment.
I glanced at my chest that was wrapped with bandages, I didn't even notice it was there simply because my mind was occupied on other things, no wonder the pain felt lighter than before.
"So... you basically took my shirt off to wraps my bandages?" I raised a brow.
She flinched at the question.
At this point my mask had been removed, revealing my face, it was a bummer, but what's done's done.
"When I saw you at your parents funeral, you looked like such an innocent flower, didn't think you were such a pervert."
Her head snapped at me almost making me flinch.
"Listen, mr fog, I only carried you here out of the kindness of my heart, you were abut to die, and I save you. Have you no idea how much you should be thanking me right now!"
I was stunned, she was throwing a fit.
But I wasn't, angry.
Instead a grin spread on my face.
"Oh really, then why were you so scared to come in the room once you saw I was conscious, a 'person that helps' is supposed to be chivalrous right"
I pointed at her with my tied hands, and yet you tied me up like a sex slave, ha ha, I heard you girls had weird fantasies, but this..
I chuckled, this is too much.
I couldn't control myself, my devilish tougue took over.
"If you want to tie me up at least give me lee way Frist, I don't mind doing this with a the estimed daughter of the beyfongs.
*Slap*
I froze.
*Slam*
The door rattled as she stormed out.
I stood there for a bit...
"Did I tease her too much?" I sighed.
"Way to go Zach, the Frist girl that takes you to bed and what do you do?, you verbally abused her"
I sighed.
To be honest she was looking so flustered so I kinda got carried away.
I rested my head on the furniture, in silence.
Time passed.
...I'm hungry....