Quick, Campy slipped behind the opening door. It was a man dressed well, evidently from the party and with a very large key fastened to a steel ring in his hand. Girlymann held his breath, waited for just the right moment, when the stranger would begin his decent or close the hidden door.
He left it opened and when he moved forward, Campy put a choke hold on him, as he pulled him down and back. Once the man went limp, Campy let go, went to the linen and grabbed some covers used for the furniture. With a few rips to the cotton fabric, Campy had binding and tied both the feet and hands, as well as the mouth of what turned out, a very handsome, well dressed man.
Campy closed the door and placed the man so that his body leaned against it before he descended the stairs with the key in his hand. He knew he had a few minutes at best before his victim woke up with a very bad headache. It wouldn't take long though for the cob webs to clear and present a problem. Campy took the steps two at a time at a gallop until the iron door appeared.
Girlymann steadied his breath and used the key to open the door. It screamed with lack of oil. If anyone was there, they now knew someone just entered.
To be continued...
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