Day 14 of the MAD HOUSE photo story. If your just starting the tale I would check out Chapter 1.
I THINK A CHANGE WILL DO ME…
Hero didn’t stop to see what the fuck just happened. As far as he could tell the German dude in the dress they called Mrs. Garrett just saved his life. Who she had saved him from Hero hadn’t a clue. Get could only assume the costume he had decided to wear was fooling enough people into thinking he was Gage that it inspired enough love and hate that was both so blessing and a curse.
The house was so big it would take days to search for Jill without help. His best bet, and the right thing to do would be to unchain that pathetic Cum Bucket and hope for the best. Ge might know where Jill was being kept and lead him right to het.
Or he could literally stab Hero in the back. And fuck him as he lay bleeding to death. Such a lovely way to go.
Hero found the cellar stairs and decided to gamble big and let the fucker go. There might be a chance he wasn’t suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. A tiny one.
At first he thought maybe Cum Bucket was gone. It was so dark he couldn’t make out anything. Fortunately Hero was a pot smoker and he had a lighter in him.
Using the small flame Hero scanned the cavernous cellar. He almost screamed when the ghostly light revealed Cum Bucket standing less than a foot in front of his face.
“Fuck me Christ!”, Hero screamed out, before regaining his cool. “Hey Buddy, I told you I would come back and save you. Just lay back on the couch and let me find the right key. It would be great if this time you didn’t try to get me murdered.”
Cum Bucket lay back as he was instructed but gave no sign about what he was thinking. There was something else different about him, besides the fact that someone had put a dress on him since they last met.
“I just want to find my fiancée Jill and get the fuck–” Hero was interrupted by Cum Bucket making a Hyperion excitable sound of recognition, and it sounded like he was saying the name Jill!