26 A Staircase and A Door (2/2)

Thump...

My heartbeat was racing, my breathing was a little ragged, but I felt like I could run for far longer. Casting a glance around, there was a couple painting that was hanging on the wall and the sparkling lights floated in the air. Illuminating the area as if it was daytime.

Taking a deep breath, I move towards one of the paintings that were on the wall. Getting closer, I realized that it was a very detailed portrait of a woman, her hair was raven colored her eyes the color of fire and sunlight. Her hair covered her boobs and acted as a veil to her body, she was naked and her skin was clear as jade.

A beautiful ruby red neckless hung around her neck, it coated her neck and almost seemed to blend in with her skin as if it was apart of her body.

It was such a lifelike painting, I almost reached a hand out to touch it. However, I stopped myself, I didn't want to incite the ire of anything. The painting that had the deranged clowns coming out of them had been enough for me.

Letting my hand fall to my side, I looked on at the painting for a little longer.

Not long after Envy had caught up, he wasn't sweating but he looked a little winded.

”Next time... give a little head's up... Mistress when you decided to run like that,” he breathed out his forest green eyes trained on me. He looked tense as if he was expecting me to run yet again.

”You caught up, in the end, didn't you, stop complaining,” I snorted.

Drawing away from the painting I moved back towards the staircase. Still feeling the sensation that I needed to go up these stairs.

”Let's go up Envy,” I say taking the first step onto the stair and quickly ascending them.

”Really? You couldn't let me catch my breath first?” He asks, but dutifully follows my lead up the stairs. He was somewhat reliable, was I just lucky with the pets that I've obtained. A frown quickly surfaced on my face, when I remembered how much of a pervert he was though.

Mhm, maybe I wasn't lucky actually. I thought to myself, quickly reaching the top of the staircase, I paused finding that there was a wooden door at the top.

This was rather intriguing, reaching a hand I press against the door. All I get is a slight creek, however, it doesn't budge at all.

”What type of person puts a door in that can't be open?” I grumble to myself, in annoyance I slam my hand into the door, the sharp sound of splintering wood sounds.

Wide-eyed, I look up and see that I've managed to punch a hole straight through the wooden door. Chuckling to myself, I pull my hand back through, looking at it there are no splinters, which I'm thankful for.

”Can't open it, Mistress?” Envy voice sounds from right behind me, turning my head slightly I look down at him. His eyes are turned up into half crescent moons as he gives me a smile, his mouth was creeping me out. It was turned up a little bit too much and he was a little close to my butt.

”I've got it, just don't stand to close, okay?” I tell him a little annoyed.