How to Make a Cream [Bun Part 2]

The tension in the room had shifted slightly as Ace resumed his lesson, his unsettling cheerfulness never wavering. The remaining captives, their faces pale and their eyes filled with a mix of fear and disbelief, watched him with a sort of horrified fascination.

Ace: "Now that we've made our cream buns, it's time for the best part—the tasting!"

He set the freshly baked cream buns on a large tray, each one glistening with a perfect layer of cream. The smell was intoxicating—a mix of sweet vanilla and butter that contrasted sharply with the grim atmosphere.

Ace: "One thing about cream buns," he said, his voice smooth and calm, "is that they need to be enjoyed at just the right moment. It's all about timing. Just like everything else in life."

He picked up a bun and approached the captives, his grin widening as he held it out.

Ace: "Here you go. You've all earned a taste. Consider it a reward for your patience."

One by one, he fed them the cream buns, each captive accepting the treat with trembling hands. They chewed slowly, their movements mechanical, as they tried to process what was happening.

Ace: "Eat up," he urged, "you need your strength. There's more to come."

The room was silent except for the sounds of chewing and Ace's low, encouraging murmur. Once everyone had finished their buns, Ace stepped back, observing them with a keen eye.

Ace: "Now, I'll leave you to rest for a bit. Don't go anywhere."

He walked toward the door, pausing to look back with a last, unsettling smile before exiting the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and the captives, exhausted and confused, began to stir.

As they regained their strength, a few of them attempted to escape, their desperation overcoming their fear. They shuffled to the door, pushing against it with all their might. But their attempts were futile—the door was locked tight, and their efforts only served to heighten their sense of dread.

One by one, Ace returned, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He found them trying to flee and dealt with them swiftly. His movements were cold and efficient, as if he were merely finishing a task he'd started earlier.

Ace: "Running off again?" he said, his voice tinged with mockery. "You really should learn to follow instructions."

The sound of a struggle, a muffled cry, and then silence filled the room as each escape attempt was brutally cut short. The captives fell to the floor, their bodies joining the others in a grim tableau.

Finally, only one person remained. This final captive, a young woman with wide, terrified eyes, stood frozen in place. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps as she stared at Ace, who now stood before her with a look of cold satisfaction.

Ace: "Good girl," he said softly, crouching down to her level. "You stayed put. Now, where was I?"

He stood up and walked to the fridge in the corner of the room, its door slightly ajar. Inside, he rummaged through the contents, searching for something.

Ace: "I'm going to get you some, some, some... cream," he murmured, his voice growing more fervent with each word. "You see, the cream buns aren't complete without the right finishing touch."

The woman watched him, her body trembling as she realized the full extent of her predicament. Ace's obsession with perfection, his manic energy, and the eerie calm of his demeanor combined to create an atmosphere of sheer terror.

Finally, Ace found what he was looking for—a small container of cream. He pulled it out with a satisfied smile, holding it up as if it were a prized possession.

Ace: "There we go," he said, his voice filled with a twisted kind of delight. "Just the thing to make everything perfect."

He turned back to the woman, his expression softening into a grin as he approached her with the container of cream. The room was now filled with an unsettling quiet, broken only by the sound of the fridge door closing and the faint rustling of the cream container.

Ace: "Let's get this ready, shall we?" he whispered, his eyes glinting with a manic light. "I'm going to make sure everything is just right."

As he prepared to finish his work, the woman's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for any means of escape. But it was too late—Ace was already closing in, and his intentions were clear.

The chapter ended with Ace's unsettling laughter echoing through the room, mingling with the sound of the cream being prepared, leaving a chilling promise of what was to come