The Twisted Read Free

they would be straight onto her. They could get to her before the plan was activated.
    Zachary sat down on an armchair to the left hand side of The Baroness. A man walked in. He had a stocky figure and red curly hair with a bushy red moustache. This was Quite Harmless, the confectioner.
    He looked nervously at The Baroness. “We have a slight problem,” he muttered.
    â€œSorry! Speak UP please!”
    â€œExcuse me, Baroness. I said that there has been a hitch in something. We have learned of someone else’s knowledge of you. They will probably come after you. I suggest you hide because,” Quite looked out the window and gulped, “They’re here.”
    The Baroness cursed and walked over to the other side of the room. She opened the door, and fell. “STUPID ELEVATOR!” she screamed as she hit the bottom of the shaft and the lift started slowly making its way down. She heard the thud of the door closing and she clapped her hands.
    Weak lights flickered on either side of the lift but they were enough to help her locate an exit and walk along a dimly lit corridor that led way to another door. This was the Hiding Place, a place where she came when someone knew of her existence.
    The Baroness heard the hooves of a horse clacking. Good old sorcerers. They always went by horse. She tried to see through a vent at the top of the room.
    She could just about make out the face of Richard Blake. He was dressed entirely in black – his killing attire, The Baroness presumed. She cursed and shushed herself quietly.
    â€œDid you hear something?” she heard Blake say as he entered the castle. It wasn’t easy to disguise noise in the castle with all the echoing so she climbed tentatively onto a stack of boxes, which enabled her to reach the air vent out of which she could see into the hall.
    â€œI don’t know?” shrugged a blonde individual curling her hair around her finger. All of a sudden she looked down and The Baroness fell to the floor. She hadn’t been seen by the blonde girl, who looked about 20 years old, but she feared she had been heard.
    The Baroness lay there, waiting for someone to say something. She was on edge because she knew that to get to the castle in the first place Richard Blake had to get past her soldiers – and if they were down who would now protect her? They knew she was in the castle but would they find her down there?
    â€œMr Blake!” she heard the girl say.
    â€œYes, Cassandra?”
    â€œThere’s some sort of door.”
    The Baroness stifled a gasp, she had forgotten about the trapdoor under the carpet in the hall. They knew she was in there. She slowly raised herself up and her eyes darted around the room for somewhere to hide.
    She saw an Egyptian box, one that a dead pharaoh would be placed in, and jumped quietly inside of it.
    â€œDon’t be silly, Cassandra!”
    â€œNo, I’m serious, Mr Blake. I really am very serious.”
    â€œLet me see!” he said and he kicked the carpet aside.
    The Baroness froze. It was a long time since she’d seen a sorcerer’s face. She was regretting it. Then she remembered the potion she had tucked in her dress pocket. It would knock someone unconscious and, along with that, the drinker would never remember the encounter.
    There, however, right in front of her was her dilemma. She would have to approach him. He would probably catch her before she could pour it down his mouth. No, she decided. Not if she got there first.

    â€œI think it’s definitely Richard Blake behind all this,” said Paolo who was greeted by mock-astonished stares.
    â€œI agree with Paolo,” said Angeline politely.
    Giuseppe said, “Yes, I agree.”
    Angeline, Giuseppe and Dave all walked over to sit beside Paolo and opposite Vivian and Daniel in Room Five.
    â€œI think we have a prime detective on our hands,” joked Daniel.
    Room Five was pretty much empty other than the