Taken Into the Painting

Red's words were cut short when something hard hit her head. Her head spun and her ears rang with pain. When she turned to look behind, a huge frame about six feet tall towered over her.

It was a canvas that contained a full body portrait of a beautiful woman. Her eyes looked a familiar tinge of aquamarine, and Red felt herself gravitate towards it.

It had no hands reaching out, not even black blood oozed from it. The painting was the only one different from the rest that were attacking them.

"You fucker -" Red cursed, she tried to thrust her flaming sword towards the canvas, but instead of ripping the painting apart, Red found herself sucked into the portrait.

The frame fell down, and with it, pulled Red to the floor.

"Wait a minute… what the fuck!" she screamed. "No, no! Stop!"