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Charles was seeing red.
No, he was literally surrounded by red.
He blinked and spun around on his heels. One second ago he was in their office, then in less than a second he found himself in this strange room.
"Oh, what do we have here?" A purring voice made him jump. He turned to the place the voice came from to find a figure sprawled on a sofa red like the rest of the room.
"Where – where am I?" Charles squinted, "how did I get here?"
The person laughed. The sound sent shivers down Charles' spine.
"That's somewhat rude, my dear." They stood up and walked closer to him, " you popped into my chambers uninvited."
Charles gasped. His jaw dropped when he took in the entity in front of him.
First thing that caught his attention were the eyes. They were gold . Shining dangerously. After he got over them, the rest of the unearthly beauty was unveiled to him. She…he… they were difficult to look at directly. Not one flaw in sight. Perfect face, perfect straight nose, perfect cherry red lips, perfect blond hair, perfect pearly skin. The way they held their body was seductive in an effortless way. Their attire was revealing but also leaving a lot to the imagination.
Charles gulped. He was sure he could smell peaches. Sweet and warm like the summer. But that should be impossible . Ghosts are unable to smell.
"Who–" he had to clear his throat, "who are you?"
They just smiled and offered no answer. They started circling him, calculating and assessing like a predator.
"Oh, that's sweet. Very, very sweet. Delicious." They murmured, "you're a ghost, hm? Poor little thing, died so young. Still so alive , though…"
"Quit evading my questions!" Charles snapped weakly. "Tell me what do you want from me?"
The creature that Charles couldn't be sure what they were stopped spinning around him and stared at his face directly. Charles suppressed a shudder, regretting the attention.
"I want nothing from you, Charles."
"And you know my name. Well that's brills. And you expect me to believe that you didn't bring me here?"
Their painted fingertips lightly grazed his shoulder. He jumped and his eyes widened. He felt that touch!
"I know everyone, lovely, don't think you're special." They smirked and sauntered back to their seat. The way they lay down and fixed him with their yellow stare was absolutely inappropriate. "Every creature belongs to me and my realm."
Charles remained dumbstruck. "And where's your realm?"
"Welcome to the Threshold Of Desire, sweet cheeks."