“Oh, thank you. I seem to have lost my way-” Doris rambled as she entered the mansion, and the door was shut behind her. But when Doris turned around to see who’d opened the door for her - there was no one there. She frowned. “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone.”
Standing next to the door was a six-foot tall statue of a male butler with a stern expression on his face. The statue had been carved out of a gigantic piece of gleaming, polished onyx. Doris’s eyes widened at the sight of the statue, and she approached in order to get a closer look.
She reached out and touched the groves of its intricately carved suit. “Extraordinary. Whoever carved this statue was a master sculptor. There’s so much detail. Even the checkered pattern of the butler’s tie has been carved into the stone.” She stared into the butler’s face for a moment. “He almost looks…alive.”
That’s when Doris heard the sound of retreating footsteps. “Hello?” She called out, glancing around the impressive foyer. The floor of the foyer was checkered stone in different colors - blue lapis lazuli, blue-green turquoise, brown tiger’s eye, orange jasper, and green Jade.
“Bellamy would love this place,” Doris mused aloud as she walked over the stunning floor and entered the living room. A large, crackling fire was blazing inside of the marble and brick fireplace. An armchair that appeared to be upholstered with a dark green material sat directly in front of the fireplace.
Doris walked over and took a seat. “Ow.” She hadn’t expected the chair to be so…hard. At first, she’d thought the chair had been upholstered with a velvet material, perhaps satin, but now…Doris ran her hand over the green arm of the chair. “Jade. This chair is made of solid jade.” Her voice was tinged with awe. She’d never seen a piece of furniture quite like it before.
Out of the corner of Doris’s eyes she caught sight of a female silhouette. “Ah, finally, another person.” But when Doris turned her full attention upon the figure she discovered that it was a statue carved into the likeness of a maid, and made entirely out of lapis lazuli. Doris’s eyes widened as she took in the detail of the maid’s outfit - her frilly little hat, apron, and heels. She also looked incredibly lifelike.
Those statues were beginning to give her the creeps. Just where was everyone? Doris wondered fretfully. Someone had to have opened the front door for her, and someone had to have lit the fire.
Doris shrugged her shoulders and allowed herself the luxury of warming herself by the fire for twenty minutes. That’s when the clinking sound of cutlery reached her ears. “Hello?” Doris stood up and headed in the direction she’d heard the noise come from.
She entered a spacious dining room. The twenty-foot long dining table was made out of a solid piece of obsidian and was surrounded by eighteen armchairs that were made of different semi-precious stones for a very colorful effect.
At the head of the table on the other side of the room a place setting had been arranged with a plate of food and a full crystal goblet of red wine. Also, standing on the other side of the room was another stone statue. Oookay.
This statue was made out of translucent blue quartz and had been carved to resemble a little girl that reminded Doris of Shirley Temple with her head of ringlets and cute, frilly dress with puffed sleeves and Mary Jane style shoes.
Doris warily approached the head of the table and took a seat on the hard chair. She was famished, and salivated as she looked down at the plate of food sitting in front of her. It could only be described as gourmet cuisine: stuffed quails, au gratin potatoes, steamed green beans drizzled with garlic butter, and a slice of freshly baked bread.
Unable to hold back her ravenous appetite any longer Doris dug in. “Oh my God, this is so delicious.” Doris moaned as the tiny bite of quail she’d plopped into her mouth practically melted on her tongue. She’d never eaten anything so decadent before in her entire life.
She picked up the crystal goblet next, took a sip of the wine, and when she discovered it was sweet she chugged it back. The wine warmed her belly pleasantly. She set the now empty goblet back down on the stone table and would have felt embarrassed by her behavior if she hadn’t been alone.
“Would you like some more wine?” a small, childish voice asked.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” Doris absentmindedly replied.
Someone began to refill Doris’s goblet. Doris’s eyes widened slightly as she watched the red wine being poured into her goblet and turned to see who was doing that. She gawked at the sight of the statue of the little girl refilling her goblet. A scream slipped past Doris’s lips, and she scrambled out of her chair as she immediately tried to put as much distance between herself and the statue as possible.
“Oh drat, Daddy told me I wasn’t supposed to move,” the little girl lamented. “I forgot.”
“G-G-Ghost!” Doris exclaimed as she ran out of the dining room. This mansion…was haunted. The stone statues were…alive!
Doris exited the mansion, ran down the front steps as quickly as she could without breaking her neck, hopped onto her sled, grabbed the reins, and snapped them. “Mush!” She commanded her dogs and they obediently took off, heading for the front gate.
Doris had almost reached the gate when the garden suddenly captured her attention. All of the plants were made of stone. The bushes were stone clusters that resembled crystalline sea anemones that had burst out of the ground.
One such cluster was made entirely out of rose quartz. Bellamy. Doris thought, abruptly remembering her son’s request for a small stone. Doris pulled back on the reins, halted the sled, and hopped off before approaching the odd rock formation. “How beautiful. Surely, one little stone would not be missed?” She reached out and broke off a piece of rose quartz. However-
An angry roar boomed all around her and emerging from behind a stone tree was-
Doris gasped and dropped the piece of quartz from her limp fingers. “The yeti.”
The yeti was…real. The urban legend was true! The six-foot tall yeti had a somewhat slim figure that was covered in fluffy, white fur. Doris frowned when she noted that the yeti appeared to be female due to its womanly curves, and slender waist. The yeti’s midriff had been shaved to reveal the creature’s blue skin and bellybutton.
The yeti’s monkey-like face had sky-blue skin, and her otherworldly eyes were solid silver. The yeti had long, messy white hair, and a pair of small black horns curled out of the top of her head, making Doris gulp at their demonic appearance.
The yeti girl was furious. “Ungrateful thief! Was my gracious hospitality really that lacking?” she demanded with her hands on her hips.
“I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to…I…it’s just a stone,” Doris finished lamely.
“Just a stone?” The yeti echoed with a dark edge to her voice. “That’s what I thought once upon a time, but no longer! I was cursed to look like this because of one tiny stone! Come with me!” The yeti grabbed Doris’s arm and began to drag her along while heading back towards the mansion.
“W-Where are you taking me?” Doris asked breathlessly, her entire body trembling in fear.
The yeti arched a fluffy white eyebrow at her. “The dungeons. Where else?” A cruel smile curled the yeti’s dark blue lips, revealing her pointed fangs.
“D-Dungeons?” Doris stammered, right before she fainted.
***
As soon as his mother’s dogsled was out of sight, Bellamy called Astonia and told her to come over for dinner at seven. Bellamy felt nauseous as he thought about what he planned to do with Astonia that night. He was going to give her his virginity. After that, hopefully she’d leave him and his mother alone so they could just live in relative peace and quiet.
I’m a guy…it shouldn’t really matter who I give my virginity to. I’m not some innocent maiden. I shouldn’t even be bothered by this. Bellamy told himself firmly.
Keep telling yourself that, Bellamy. A skeptical sounding voice piped up in his mind.
Bellamy ignored his reservations and cooked Astonia dinner. He’d decided to make a simple chicken potpie. Just when he was taking it out of the oven - the doorbell rang.
“Coming!” Bellamy called out, setting the potpie down on the kitchen counter. He approached the front door, and opened it to reveal Astonia.
“Hello, darling. Did you miss me?” Astonia questioned with a sly smile playing on her lips, but continued speaking before Bellamy could even respond. “Because I missed you.”
“Yeah, sure,” Bellamy replied evasively as he dodged a kiss and ushered Astonia inside.
Astonia was wearing a floor-length, orange, fox fur coat that had a large hood that she lowered as she made her way inside Bellamy’s home. When Astonia removed her coat to hang it on a peg by the door it revealed what she was wearing underneath - a knee-length, black dress with an orange belt, and thigh-high black leather boots with pointed toes.
“Mmm, something smells good,” Astonia commented appreciatively as she sniffed the air. “What did you make?”
“Chicken potpie,” Bellamy replied in a droning tone.
“Well, I’m starving. Let’s eat!” Astonia declared happily.
“Sure,” Bellamy agreed.
Astonia watched Bellamy like a hawk while he served two plates with generous slices of chicken potpie, and carried them over to the small, round dining table where Astonia was already seated.
Astonia glanced around the interior of the kitchen with a scrutinizing look on her face. “Your home is so small.” She scrunched up her nose in a snooty manner. “Your entire house could easily fit inside of my living room.”
A muscle in Bellamy’s jaw ticked in irritation at Astonia’s condescending attitude. What the hell was he supposed to say to a rude comment like that anyways? “That so?”
“Oh, yes, my family owns an enormous mansion. It’s the biggest in Yeti Town,” Astonia bragged. But then a thoughtful frown formed on her face. “Well, second biggest. There used to be a mansion near here that was even larger than our own. That’s funny…I can’t remember what happened to it.” She shrugged carelessly. “Whatever. It’s not important. After I manage to track down and kill the yeti - I’ll be rich and famous. Then I’ll have a mansion built that’s even bigger than my parent’s.”
Bellamy arched an eyebrow at Astonia’s bold and slightly crazy declaration. “Don’t tell me you actually believe in that silly urban legend?”
Astonia’s expression turned serious. “Oh, I do. It’s not just a legend. The yeti exists. And I will hunt it down and kill it. I’m sure its white fur will make me a nice coat.” Her red-painted lips curled into a wicked smile at the thought. “I’ll probably have enough fur to make a matching hat and muffler.”
Bellamy swallowed nervously at the fierce, somewhat murderous expression on Astonia’s face. He was beginning to feel sorry for the yeti. He knew what it felt like to be in Astonia’s sights. And what it felt like to be prey that had no escape. “I don’t doubt it.”
Throughout dinner, Bellamy could scarcely eat a bite of his potpie. His stomach was tying itself up into knots and he felt nauseous. He couldn’t wait for this to all just be over. I’m doing this for my mother and for her peace of mind, Bellamy reminded himself.
Astonia asked for some wine and after Bellamy managed to find her a bottle she pretty much ended up drinking the entire bottle by herself. She was such a boozehound.
Bellamy regretted he hadn’t drunk more - it may have helped with his nerves.
Dinner was over far too quickly, and Astonia chugged back the last of her wine. A predatory glint came to her brown eyes as she set the empty wineglass down on the dining table, and licked her lips. “That was delicious, Bellamy. Thank you. I think it’s time for dessert.” She stood up from her seat, sashayed over to Bellamy, grabbed his arm, and forcibly hoisted him out of his chair.
With a morose expression on his face, Bellamy looked down at his untouched plate of food. Astonia hardly noticed his unease, and started to bodily drag Bellamy up the stairs to the second floor. She impatiently looked down the hall, and nibbled on her lower lip. “Which one is your room?”
“Second door on your left,” Bellamy informed her.
Astonia dragged Bellamy over to his bedroom, opened the door, and shoved him inside before flicking on a light switch that illuminated the room. Astonia took a moment to critically inspect Bellamy’s room. To the left was a single bookcase filled with books on woodcarving, carpentry, and gemology. To the right was a desk and chair. The desk’s surface was covered in books that were either piled up or open. Scattered along the desktop was a colorful collection of semi-precious stones.
A small frown formed on Astonia’s face as she took in the amount of books that were in this room. “That’s…a lot of books. And is that a rock collection? You really are such a nerd. If you weren’t so good looking without your glasses I would never go out with someone like you.”
Bellamy remained silent.
Astonia shrugged and her attention turned to Bellamy’s bed. At least it was king-sized and was covered by a cushy patchwork quilt. Astonia supposed that Doris had probably made Bellamy that quilt. She felt a flash of jealousy since her parents would never make her such a sentimental gift.
Bellamy flinched slightly at the sound of Astonia closing and locking the door. The Huntress grabbed Bellamy’s hand and led him over to the bed before shoving him down onto it. Astonia smiled devilishly at Bellamy as she began to perform a sensual striptease for him.
First, she removed her boots one by one. Then she unbuckled her orange belt, twirled it in the air like a lasso, and tossed it aside. She probably thought that was sexy but Bellamy just cringed at the display. Astonia reached behind her and started to unzip her dress. She slid out of the dress to reveal her lingerie: a black silk bra trimmed with orange fox fur and matching silk panties.
Bellamy raised an eyebrow at the lingerie that looked a little Halloweeny - but of course he wouldn’t dare to say that out loud. “Is that…fox fur?” Bellamy questioned instead, and swallowed, his throat felt dry.
“Why, yes, it is. Isn’t it beautiful?” Astonia grabbed Bellamy’s left hand and placed it directly over her right breast. “Isn’t it so soft? I love furs.”
“I hadn’t noticed, Cruella,” Bellamy said sarcastically.
Astonia only looked mildly irritated by the comment. She sauntered closer and straddled Bellamy’s prone body. Astonia reached out and removed Bellamy’s glasses before setting them down on the nightstand.
When Bellamy’s handsome face was finally revealed Astonia let out a little squeal. “Eeee! Oh, Belle, you really are so handsome!” Unable to hold back her sudden burning desire for him she leaned over and smashed her lips against Bellamy’s.
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