(Synn)<br/><br/>Justine’s eyes darted for the door. She didn’t recall hearing it lock. She padded across the room and placed her hand on the handle gently. The handle moved and she jumped slightly.<i>It was unlocked</i>she noted. She stepped back for a moment.<i>Now now, that is far too easy and probably a trap</i>she thought as she tried the handle once more. There was a click and the door creaked open. She peered through the crack to see what was on the other side, nothing but a hallway and no one was present. She paused, but thought better of it and closed the door once more, making sure it shut all the way.<br/><br/>She looked down at the mess she had become and how noticeable it would be what she had been up to. She walked over to the bed and grabbed a corner of the sheet, she started to attempt to rub off the ash but she failed as it smeared further up her arms and dug deep into her clothing. She glanced around the room for another door,<i>a bathroom?</i>she wondered, but to her dismay, there was nothing of the sort in the vicinity.<br/><br/><br/>She sat back on the bed until the door opened once again. The swish of the entryway startled her as she watched who she assumed was Ms. Elsworth waddle her way in with a cart filled with various accoutrements. Then her ice blue eyes fell upon his once more. She looked straight at him as stood there in the doorway. She slid her hands and arms underneath the sheet as the woman approached.<i>Oh shit</i>she thought, noting how much of a mess she was and that it would be obvious that she was fidgeting with the fireplace flue. Still,<i>what would he do to her?</i>She didn’t leave the room.<i>Ah but she touched the flue and there was to be no touching of anything in the mansion</i>. She started to tremble but pushed that feeling downwards and took a deep breath.<br/><br/><br/>Justine stared at the pink ooze that laid within the crystal glass.<i>Impregnated?</i>She thought as shockwaves seemingly traveled up her spine. She regarded Judas who still stood in the doorway, captivated by his appearance and yet for a brief moment, as she gazed into those pools of darkness, she was not afraid. She tilted her head, her gaze roaming across his dangerous form and then she shook it off and retuned to what was in the glass.<br/><br/><br/>She picked up the container and swirled the liquid as she sniffed it. There was no odor but the liquid was thick. She grimaced for a moment, wondering what it would taste like. She looked at Ms. Elsworth who was waiting for her to drink it, tapping her foot on the floor. Justine held her breath and gulped it down quickly just in case it tasted foul but much to her amazement, it had no taste either. It was devoid of anything. She placed the glass back down on the table.