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As the weight of the situation dawned on her, Debbie\'s thoughts turned to her sister. The only hope they had was if Denise could use her own supernatural abilities to take down the imposter.

She knew that her twin sister would never hesitate to come to her aid, especially if she sensed that something was wrong. Their bond as twins was unbreakable, and her big sister had always been the one to protect her .

She could feel it in her bones that Denise was on her way, and she held onto that hope as she struggled to find a way out of this room.

Since she has no power, she had to rely on her wits to survive. She started looking around the room, searching for any possible way out. Her eyes landed on the big cabinet and found a crack in the wall that seemed to be big enough for her to slip through.

Without any hesitation, she rushed towards the crack, trying to squeeze her body through it. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get through. On the other side, she found herself in a dimly lit corridor, which seemed to stretch on forever.

The walls were adorned with strange symbols and sigils, and there was a faint scent of sulfur in the air.

"What place is this ?"she was confused. She knew that her aunt\'s house was special but this place was beyond her understanding.

She began walking down the seemingly endless corridor, her eyes darting around, searching for any clues that might help her make sense of this strange place.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she searched for a way out of the cursed place. Every turn seemed to lead her deeper into a labyrinth of horrors, and she wondered if she would ever find her way back .

As she walked, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She was sure that something was watching her, but every time she turned around, there was nothing there.

Despite her fear, she pressed on, determined to find a way out of this labyrinthine maze.

But suddenly.

The walls started to shake violently and blood seeped through it, causing her to tremble in fear.

"What\'s happening?" she exclaimed.

Then without warning, a naked man materialized before her, his body seemingly emerging from the very walls of the corridor. His sunken eyes bore a black , soulless gaze.

As she backed away from the grotesque man, she realized that the rotting smell was coming from his decaying flesh. She fought back the urge to vomit and instead tried to find a way out.

But her mind raced with the realization that fleeing blindly might lead her straight into more danger. She needed to think strategically, to assess the situation and plan her next move carefully.

"Who are you?" she asked, trying to sound confident even though fear was creeping up her spine. Because her sister was a witch, she has a higher tolerance for scary things than ordinary people.

"I am one of the mistress\'s loyal servants," the man replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you are not supposed to be here."

"Please, you have to help me. I don\'t know what\'s going on, but I need to find a way out of here " she pleaded.

The man\'s expression softened slightly, but he remained distant.

"I can\'t just let you leave, The mistress would be furious with me." He said.

Debbie\'s mind raced as she tried to think of a way to convince the decaying man.

"I understand that you\'re afraid," she said, approaching him slowly. "But please, can\'t you see that I\'m just as scared? We can help each other."

The man hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly.

"Okay," he said. "But we have to be careful. The mistress is very powerful, and she won\'t let anyone leave unless she wants them to."

Debbie nodded in agreement, grateful for any help she could get. Together, they began to search for a way out of the cursed house.

Despite the overpowering stench of decay emanating from the man, Debbie kept her composure. She quickly deduced that this monster lacked any sense of independent thought and could be easily swayed to her will.

"Clearly, this person has been dead for some time," she muttered to herself, noting the unmistakable signs of a soulless body.

Her studies had revealed that only the most powerful of witches possessed the ability to revive the deceased, but it had become a taboo practice due to the inevitable creation of soulless creatures.

Along the creepy corridors.

As they walked, a loud moan reached Debbie\'s ears, indicating a woman was in the peak of pleasure.

"That\'s her," Debbie exclaimed, recognizing the voice and already guessing who the woman was with.

"Vincent! That idiot," she cursed quietly to herself. She had been concerned for his safety, but it seemed he had been sleeping with the enemy instead.

It was a dangerous game to play, and Debbie could only hope that Vincent knew what he was doing.

"Don\'t disturb the mistress," the man spoke in a bored tone. "She\'s currently enjoying her new plaything."

"Plaything?" Debbie asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes, I was once her plaything too," he answered in a lifeless voice. "But she grew tired of me."

Debbie shuddered at the thought of being at the mercy of such a creature. She quickly refocused, remembering her mission to escape.

"Let\'s go," the man directed, pointing towards the exit.

"I\'ll come back for you, idiot " she muttered to herself.

Debbie made a decision: she would not attempt to rescue Vincent until her sister arrived. She knew the dangers of acting impulsively, especially in the face of such a formidable opponent.

With a sense of resolve, she focused on finding a way out of this dammed place. Once she was free, she would ask her sister\'s help to formulate a plan to save Vincent. Until then, patience and caution would be their allies.