“Don’t touch that!”, snapped the butler, my fingers slid away from the polished wood regretfully. The only thing that the butler seemed to do was scold and snap at my every move.
“Where are we going?” I asked, tugging at the rim of his drab grey suit, he slapped my fingers away,”you act like a child, so you will stay in a room for one” he growled, opening a simple door on the left of the corridor and gesturing in.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, my breath caught in my throat. Dozens upon dozens of toys. There were tears in their bodies as long as my forearm, with stuffing spewing out, Their eyes were scratched and bubbled and even though they smiled, I thought about all the horrible things that they might have done. “I can’t stay here!”, I screamed at the butler, but he didn’t listen, “have fun”, he whispered. An icy finger scuttled up my spine. My mind clouded with dark thoughts, each one swirling and twisting it’s way to the front of my head. This place was perfect. So perfect that I would do my job this night, I already knew the layout of the whole house, my mother had engraved it in my brain.
So I pulled out the cold metal gun from my suitcase and stuffed it into the nearest toy, a doll with large glassy eyes that stared into my soul and a dress of delicate linen, that doll’s dress was better than anything that I had ever owned, I thought resentfully.
The thud of a door being slammed “Who did it?!”, screamed the butler in the maid’s room, I could hear his panicked cry through the thin wall, I grinned, “now that, was a job well done”, I whispered to myself. One of the maids voices piped up, “did what?”, she asked, clearly confused. “Well what do you think? The master and mistress are dead!” He wailed. They all started stuttering, like a group of disturbed chicken, “but how? how did they die?” pondered the same maid, but the butler was already out the door, a stuttering, infuriated mess.
The next day, the butler handed me a white frilled apron of some sorts, I held it up in front of me. It was nothing like anything that I had ever worn, all my life I had only worn thick leather breeches and cloth shirts, and occasionally the berry-stained dress for those special occasions that i had absolutely hated.