As the group walked down the hallway, Heather walked side-by-side with Lindsey, explaining what had happened in her dream. “What do you think it means?” Heather whispered to her.
    “Well, in any normal setting I would say you were probably just dreaming, but knowing this house… I’d be ready for anything.”
    In front of the two girls walked Veronica, now wearing Echo’s head, and Spencer. “Do you think when they let us go they’ll turn us back to normal?” Veronica asked.
    “I don’t know, but if not I should probably invest in a wig.” The two giggled, laughing at Spencer’s.
    Leading the pack of the group was Susan, who held Echo delicately in her four arms. Echo was currently dripping large amounts of fluid from everyone of her now three sexual organs, her mouth vagina affixed on her shoulder where her head should have been, which was moaning sensually. ‘She’s practically a sex toy now…’ Susan thought.

    “This is the armory!” Scarlett announced to the group, opening a random side door in the never-ending twist of hallways and leading everyone inside. The room had racks filled to the brim with weapons of every shape and size. There were swords and guns that glowed with the same dark blue as the enchanted sword, some glowed a dark red, while others still glowed a dark green color the group had yet to encounter. On the opposite wall was a large array of armors, again some glowing with the same colors as the weapons. Heather was quick to notice that among the red weapons was the sacrificial dagger from the chapel that had nearly stolen Susan’s life. “Back when the residence of this house had to defend themselves against the neighboring factions, this room served as the storage of some of their best weapons. Nowadays, it’s used more as a room to show off some of the intricate weaponry specifically commissioned for the Mercurin family. Feel free to look around while I have this sword re-enchanted,” Scarlett said, walking through a door in the back.

    Curious, the group began to explore the room, staring at the weapons and armors. Upon closer expansion, many of the armors were engraved in a strange language that  no one in the group had seen before. While the rest of the group moved on, Heather pulled out the book from her purse, and after quickly skimming through the book, found a page on the runic alphabet. Translating the runes, she found the writing on one of the dark blue swords to read, ‘That which is sacred: The flesh of the living, let be divided by this blade, at a price already paid’. ‘That’s pretty grim,’ Heather thought, quickly putting the book away as she rejoined the group.

    Everyone was crowded around a suit of armor that was particularly regal. It seemed to be made of pure gold and, unlike the other armors which were clearly designed for males, was designed with a female in mind, the breast plate having actual breast on its chest. The front of the armor was also encrusted with multiple jewels of multiple shapes and colors. The jewels roughly made out the shape of a bird in flames. The plume of the armor was a majestic purple. “Wow! I’ve never seen something so expensive!” Susan said, her eyes opening wide.
    “Just one of those jewels would probably be enough to be set for life…” Spencer commented, his eyes equally transfixed by the armor.
   “Yeah, but it probably isn’t a good idea to touch it. Let’s just move on,” Heather said, already moving to the next stack of red weapons.

    Suddenly, the sound of metal grinding upon metal was heard behind Heather, turning to look, she saw Susan was holding one of the gems from the armor, which had suddenly began to move on its own and was holding onto the arm that had the gem. A voice emerged from the statue, proclaiming, “Theif! Give me back that which thou have stolen!”
    Susan, freaking out that the statue had not only come to life, but was speaking English, dropped the jewel. Letting go of her, the statue picked up the jewel and stuck it back into place on the armor. The statue, now focusing on Susan once more said, “Theif! For this dishonor thou hath committed, I challenge thee to a duel!”
    “Um… I’m not exactly a fight-“
    “Silence! I shall even be kind and use a weapon that shall spare thine life,” The armor said, walking over to the rack of blue weapons and picking up two swords that were exactly the same. Handing one to Susan, she said, “En garde!” Before Susan even had a time to react, the armor had cut off her two arms on her non-dominant side.

    Despite her best effort, Susan fought miserably against the clearly well-trained trained suit of armor. It did quick work, slicing through the rest of Susan’s arms before cutting off her head and then cutting at her waist. “Ha! Once again the great Joan Mercurin is victorious! As punishment for thou’s insolence, I shalt keep that which thou attempted to steal, thou’s breast plate!” Bending over, the statue took Susan’s torso, leaving her in pieces on the floor, and walked into the room Scarlett had entered. Returning from the room, the armor, feeling pity, placed Susan’s limbs back in the arrangement she had only two rooms ago, before stepping back onto her pedestal and remaining still once more

     Seconds later, Scarlett walked back into the room, announcing, “I’m back! And I’ve got some great news! It’s off to our final stop!”
     Lindsey, clearly excited that the madness of this tour was about to end, asked, “Where are we going?”
     Scarlett giggled and answered with a simple phrase, “To hell!” Reaching over, she pulled on one of the candles on the wall, opening the floor up beneath them.

     Once again, Heather was falling.

    Where does Heather end up?
    1.) Tied to a chair, her friends in the same situation around her.
    2.) In a cell with Lindsey
    3.) Some place warm and squishy, all alone