Y/n took the book in hand and opened it in to the first page to a picture of a woman in her mid-thirties being taken around 1960. Below it had written in red cursive ink 'Maria Silver Callahan" and on the next page was the same picture of the cabin on the board, which Y/n remembered as his grandmother's cabin.

Reading further he got the same picture but this time it was drawn on crossing out her eyes and the word "death" were written across the page in red scrawls maybe Fifty to Sixty times.

He quickly flips to the next page and its a picture of the cabin like before; however, it was like watching a movie inside the pages as the cabin was ablaze the sounds of screaming and begging echoed in Y/n head till he slammed the book shut.

Then he felt a clatter in the book, reluctantly he opened the pages until he got to a point where the book was hollowed out and a detective's pipe was hidden away. Y/n plucked it out and put the book back inspecting the curved wood smoking device closely, then Helena spoke up.

You found the pipe, nice...

Yeah... You want to put it on the dummy?

He tossed it to Helena who placed the pipe in the detective mouth hole, there was a click and a slow whir as the sounds of clockworks took place then stopped.

1 of 3 I guess...

Y/n walked over to the picture board, above his head he saw three picture frames marking dates ranging from oldest to newest.

Hey Helena when was this photo taken?

The one of me? I don't know it looks like an escort but I escort hundreds of people hundreds of times why is this one so special?...

Y/n took Leon's picture down and slipped it into the middle slot, nothing happened.

Tell me your not gonna mix pictures till it works...

You got any better ideas?

Helena takes her picture down and walks forwards to study all three closely: Y/n at work on a engine, Leon getting Coffee, and Helena doing an escort.

Do you remember that engine?

Two cracked blocks and an oil change... 2018 Ford F150 i worked on it before leaving to find Travis...

So this is probably the most recent photo...

Helena tries to reach up unable to reach the picture frame, she sighs and looks at Y/n who can clearly reach it with his height.

Ugh... Showtime Helena...

She un-pops the top two buttons of her shirt and pushes up her breasts as she leans towards Y/n.

Hey Y/n... Could you organize some picture for me big guy~

Could you have some self-respect?

What?

Y/n buttoned up her shirt and patted her on the head before taking the picture and walking over to slot it in the correct time frame.

: I don't falter to feminine charm... Im more attracted to power, courage, and professionalism... So far you've shown me your easily captured and desperate, right now im here to get Leon and you out... Then resolve my business with Donna...

Helena was dumbfounded, she come across so many creeps that a lil charm never failed but he completely shut her down.

Y/n slid Leon's photo into the first slot, Helena in second, then his into third and it resulted in a loud click. From the middle slot a monocle fell out from underneath.

Here put this on the dummy.

He hands it to Helena who places it on the mannequin, all that was left was the magnifying glass. Just as the two were about look for a last puzzle a book falls on the desk of the detective puppet.

Helena was first to approach and when she saw what it was she stepped back.

Nope.

What?

Y/n walked over and read 'Karma Sutra' on the cover of the book.

This one is all you.

WRONG! Hahaha intercourse is a team effort and your gonna show me just how good a team you are~

Angie's voice echoed through the room, a sound with no body as she haunted them.

No! Im not fucking mutant-

You are a classy dame Helena...

Too bad~ Donna and I haven't had any good entertainment in awhile sooooo choose a position or we will! Like Headless Kennedy hahaha!

Helena-

No, Im not doing a porno for a sexually frustrated psycho and her puppets!

I know but... It's not for her its for Leon...

You wanna fuck me for Leon?

You phrased that so weird.

You said it!

Look! Either we don't do this and Leon's dies, we don't progress, Miranda wins... Or we do it once and we can remedy all of this then never discuss it again...

.... Just once?....

Just Once~

Helena sighs and opens the book, she blushes and sighs again.

How about this one?

The booty bump? That's pretty boring-

Well I wanna get this over with-

Pick again~

Fine. This!

We don't have any pillows though... How about the chair one?

The only chair here is used by the dummy and im not flexible enough to get fucked and wrap my calves around your neck

But we have a desk and fuck you, you are flexible look at those thighs for god sake.

What's wrong with my thighs?

im saying you have nice thighs Helena...

Oh hey... What about this? The Table Top?

Helena sits on the desk in front of Y/n, when he approaches her she grabbed his collar and whispered to him.

Look if im gonna to enjoy this then im gonna need you to choke me...

Y/n replies with a nod as Helena starts stripping to her underwear,

LEMON START

Helena unzipped Y/n pants and pulls out his hard throbbing cøck, her eyes widen at the size.

Jesus...

She looked up at Y/n and started stroking the long engorged member with both hands as it rested against her tïts. She sucked on the tip slowly and it was nice... But boring.

*Yawn* I'm about as dry as an egyptian tomb... Come on Y/n get rough with her~

Helena looked up at him and slide her mouth down the whole shaft, trying to take his entire cøck at once.

Bored, Bored, Bored~ maybe I should just blow all your heads off if your not blow your load-

Oh for fuck sake, fine!

Y/n grabbed Helena and slammed her on the desk, before she could question him she felt her pússy bust open as Y/n forced his cøck in to the point she could of sworn her guts had twisted.

Her eyes rolled back and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he began pounding her, every item on that once stood on the desk had fallen off.

That's more like it!

Y/n wrapped his hands around Helena throat and squeezed, she moaned at the intense pain abd pleasure she was forced into. She looked at you her tongue fell free as she gasped and slipped whispers of ecstasy as the bioweapon destroyed her wet and broken hole.

Holy fuck... Uh!... Fuck!... Yes! I love... That big raging... C-Cøck!

She smiled to him as she watched his eyes go red, letting feral rage pound her frame without remorse. If they had to give Donna a show, she would get a rough brutal display.

Helena clung to Y/n digging her nails into his shoulders as she was completely overcome with euphoria, her gasps and squeals where closed out by the persistent clapping of her body being demolished underneath the girthy unrelenting force of Y/n.

Her tears had drained leaving streaks of mascara running down her cheeks as she squirted over Y/n throbbing shaft unable to contain herself when she felt him unload his hot surge inside her.

She arched her back screaming in bliss of a ride she never knew she needed. He pulled out letting her fall limp, then heard more moaning, trying to be subtle but their audience clearing entertained.

Fuck... I wish it was me~

Oh it will be, when I find you... Your gonna make a fantastic cock sleeve!

Donna didn't know he was listening, an embarrassed sigh could be heard before the air went still and quite. Then something tugged on Y/n hips and something warm wrapped around his shaft.

One more round just to be sure we did the puzzle right~

Helena gave Y/n a slightly embarrassed smile as she blushed grinding her ass on him.

He smiled and grabbed her arms slowly pushing the tip inside her, she tensed up biting her lip as she felt it spread her open her anãl virginity being stolen by this thick log.

With a loud slap Helena had to stand on her toes as Y/n cøck penetrated all the way to his balls.

Oooo fuck yes!~

She leaned back and hopped on his cøck hungrily twerking on him as she became a slave to the lust. Y/n had one hand on her throat and the other slipped under her bra groping and fondling her juicy tît as it bounced roughly.

Her ass clapped against rapidly as her juices ran down her legs, the carpet soaked by the mix of bodily juices surging between them. Y/n held Helena down on the desk, face pinned to the cold wood as he fucked her even harder.

Instead of asking for mercy she threw it back into his lap enduring an ass pounding of a lifetime. Helena moaned out again as he unleashed another hot gushing load in the sexually broken agent.

LEMON END

Y/n got redressed as Helena lay limp on the desk leaking out, then a loud click was heard from the desk. Going over Y/n found the locked drawer had come open and inside was the magnifying glass.

You owe me new underwear...

Y/n patted Helena on the ass half-heartedly comforting her as she gasped from the lingering pain and semi-arousal left over. She was struggling to dress herself as Y/n put the magnifying glass on the mannequin.

There was a click, then the mannequin turned and pointed to the ceiling behind it where a hatch fell open followed by a ladder that repelled down.

Y/n looked at Helena who was still recovering, he went over and helped her button up her shirt.

Maybe I was wrong about you...

I understand sex holds no secrets about a person but I don't think-

No I mean, yeah you were rough but you knew it would save our lives so you really... Committed-

You don't need to act like you like me Helena, we both knew this was about survival nothing more and I respect your devotion as an agent.

Y/n smiled and turned to the ladder, Helena put on a strong face not wanting to admit she forgot it was about solving the puzzle.

Once through the hatch the two found themselves in a pantry, a flickering lightbulb and many many empty cans made to be props rather then rations.

Helena followed him up and found the odd scene.

This place is just a giant dollhouse-

Sh!

Y/n put a hand up as he pointed to the foot of the door where a shadow could be seen moving closer. Helena pulled a knife from her pocket while Y/n cocked an arm back waiting as the doorknob turned slowly, whatever was on the other side was coming through now.

But before the door opened Y/n punched blowing the door off the hinges and both the door and subject fell to the floor on the other side of the room.

Helena and Y/n skulked over to the unmoving mass underneath the white pantry door.

.... Ow.... Fuuuccckkkk...

Leon?

Helena and Y/n pull the door off of Leon whose clutching his bruised forehead, Helena smiled at Y/n smugly as he lifted Leon up.

What the hell... Just happened?...

Door trap... Blew the uh... Door off the hinges when you opened it...

Y/n looked at Helena who suppressed a laugh and through her hands up.

Yeah, door trap.

Well as long as I don't have to rearrange anymore dolls...

What dolls?

Helena, Y/n, and Leon looked around noticing the room they were in now was the main room near the front door of the house where hundreds of dolls on shelves and tables once were.

Now it was barren, even the Angie doll in the portrait was missing.

Where'd everyone go... Bingo?

End of Ch.24

Quick Note: This chapter is a toss, im honestly not happy with it but ive rewritten it 4 times so we'll toss this one up as a mulligan and I'll get back on track in the 25th chapter.