So whose going first?

Chapter 3: Room Of Clothes

No one's p.o.v

Alyssa and Nala were walking at the East corridor. They were both thinking about murdering Shen Rao for making the dare in the first place. But they wanted to escape the place more than anything.

" Do you think that later we could murder Shen Rao?" asked Nala. She has this sadistic mind about killing him but she doesn't literally want to kill him. He's her classmate and without him, there's no way she could solve the math problems in class, so to say.

" Maybe but we promised Lena that we will find another way out," Alyssa replied. " Besides, after we find the exit, I am going to Paris for two weeks. I hope I find a guy there and he has to be hot!"

Nala shakes her head at her friend's fantasies. " Just because you can speak French better than the rest of us, doesn't mean that you are going to hit off with some dude you just met."

" I know," the young Malay sighed. " But think about it, a guy giving you a rose and saying sweet things in that language and then at night he gives you that sensual French kiss that makes your heart beats faster than the LRTs of our country and then takes off your clothes, slowly and-"

" TMI, TMI!" Nala stops her. She doesn't want to hear more of her friend's perverted mind ever since in school, they've learned the birds and the bees.

" Aww, come on Nala!" Alyssa pouted. " Don't you want to find your Mr Right?"

" I'd love to but we're still young! Besides, I think among us Shen Rao and Priscilla should be couples since they argue like one and Lena should have one since she's the oldest."

" But Lena always say that she's married to her work," Alyssa told her. " Anyways, let's find another way out!"

They walked endlessly, trying to unlock some of the doors but failed. Along the way, they saw different paintings of the wall that looked about a century years of age. Suddenly, they stopped at a particular part of the wall where it was bloodstained with one word written on it:

VIOL

Alyssa traced the words carefully with trembling hands. " Rape," she whispered. " It means rape in French." Nala was shaking slightly with fear. " Alyssa, does that mean that there's a rapist in this house?"

" I don't know but the words are written about a week ago," Alyssa said it slowly. Then, she smelled something. It smelled like a sweet aroma of a perfume. Nala thought that it was weird of her friend to sniff the air like a dog. She too, did the same thing. Her eyes widened.

" Someone's putting on perfume," she whispered. Alyssa nodded in agreement.

" Yeah and it's Channel 5."

So they followed the scent until it leads them into a room with the light glowing from a candle. Alyssa wanted to go inside but Nala pulled her back. " I don't think it's a good idea," she told her with a hint of fear in her tone.

Alyssa smiled and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder. " Nala, I'll be fine. Why don't you wait out here and stand guard while I go in and investigate. Remember, we're a team."

Nala couldn't help but smile back. She nodded and the two friends hugged before Alyssa goes inside.

The room was scented with burning cigarette buds on the floor and different bottles of liquor. It was all written in French but luckily for Alyssa, it was as easy as pie.

' But where was the perfume?' she thought to herself. She looked around and noticed pile of clothes, scattered all over the place as if no one cared.

" What a mess," said Alyssa. " What kind of guy doesn't want to clean up? Maybe he's lazy." She kept one mumbling about the Whodunit as she picked up each clothes. She even examines the colours of the clothes.

" Who ever this guy is, he doesn't have the sense of fashion!" she cried. She looked around and saw no window or another way out. It's just a messy room with a lot of clothes with a table and a king-sized bed.

" Oh well," she sighed. " I guessed we have to look somewhere else."

Before she could make a move, the door slammed shut and behind the door, a man was revealed. He locks the door with a 'click' while Alyssa could hear Nala rapping the door with full force. Unfortunately, she's so small that it sounded like a normal knock. Alyssa could hear her muffled screams from the other side.

" Hey, open up!" Nala cried from the other side. " Let her go, you bastard! Don't you dare touch her!"

Alyssa took a good look at the man. He had long, blonde hair with a stubble face that has facial hair. His features, Alyssa could tell, was French. He wore a dark purple shirt with a brown coat over it. He was staring at her with his purple sullen yet lustful coloured eyes.

" Well, well," he grinned as he looked at her up and down. " I got myself une fille." Alyssa could smell the cigarettes and whiskey mixed breath as he talk. He lunged forward and pinned her arms above her head on the king-sized bed. She tried to move but his body was heavy to be lift off. Her eyes are clouding with fear.

" ALYSSA!" the voice behind the door screamed. " Don't worry, help is on the way!" With that, the knocking subsides and Alyssa was alone. In the room. With the French guy.

He laughed darkly as one of his hand was stroking her thigh. " Now we are alone. I am going to take you in until you couldn't walk, ma cherie~"

He forced his mouth into her and kissed her roughly but Alyssa was stunned until she bit his tongue. He pulled back and saw blood coming out of his mouth. He looked at her like a monster taking its prey. He raised his other hand and slapped her with full force. Alyssa whimpered in pain for both.

" Cheinne!" he spat at her. " I will not let you escape this place." He unbuttons her blouse as he continues," Not even your friends can save you."

" O-of c-course they will!" she sobbed as he was biting the sensitive part of her skin. He looked at her with a face of a rapist.

" Simple, you and your friends will die before dawn."

Oh, my god! Who will save Alyssa? This is my first innuendo so please bear with me.

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