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Hand and Foot, in the Scary Old House

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"This should keep you out of the way, little girl..." The masked man's voice dust and dried leaves, the rasp of a razor's edge on a leather strop. "But don't worry...I'll be back for you.

"Soon..."

A promise. A threat. Left behind as he'd crept silently away. A skittering thing to crawl down the spine and make a gnawing nest in the heart.

And, this, it had most certainly done in Cody's. The plucky catgirl found that pluck harshly plucked at by her current predicament. The suddenness and unexpectedness with which it had descended upon her having only the barest fraction to do with the depth of her distress. She jerked and twisted fitfully against the ropes, hearing them creak and groan. Feeling them tug and pull back at her own taut muscles, hemp and sinew both conspiring to stretch one another to their limits. And, multiply the cat-lass' plight exponentially.

As she so often did in these situations, Cody cursed herself for allowing it to come to pass. For "letting" herself get captured like this...and for coming to this place at all. She'd heard the same ghost stories, the same tales of strange noises and lights, the same old myths about the strange family who had once lived here generations ago - the number varying, as did the name, depending on who was telling the story. And, she'd never felt particularly compelled to investigate, even given her natural and some would say over-developed curiosity.

But, a recent spate of such anecdotes, along with the disappearance of a local girl who some had said was last seen near the abandoned manor, had left the little imp sitting on Cody's shoulder, nudging her to go, take a look. It was just a big, scary old mansion in the middle of the woods. What could possibly happen? The ghost stories were just ghost stories, and the missing girl...well, everyone was probably right that she'd just run away. But, it might be interesting to take a look...and maybe she could find a clue as to what had happened to the runaway. Put the matter to rest, help get her family looking in the right direction.

All true. All her real reasons. If one thing tripped Cody up, got her into these messes most often it seemed, it was her heart. She genuinely wanted to help people, and if her curiosity and headstrong nature drove her to take a bit too hands-on an approach - well there were worse flaws to have. But, here and now, it was the curiosity she cursed most vociferously - if only in the silence of her mind. The stifling, sweat-baiting leather mask trapping aught but grunts, moans, growls, and breathless gasps beneath its thick skin.

She rocked and kicked again, feeling her shoulders jerked tight by the abortive motion. A fresh little throb of ache pulsing between her shoulder-blades in answer. She snarled softly at the ropes, brow furrowing as if in anger at them. While within, her heart beat a drum roll in her chest, blood roiling ice-water and lava in her veins. She had to get away before the burlap-masked fiend returned. She had to! Or else...well, she wasn't sure what the rest of that thought would be, but none of the possibilities were good. In her gut, she knew that, as sure as her own name. That her mysterious captor even had a mask such as the one which he'd forced on her, told a chilling tale all its own.

And so, the girl struggled, and the ropes creaked, and the moments ticked by...the dire race between valiant heroine escape and vile villain's return counted off in icy, fleeting heartbeats...
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Where are you going? 😓😓