A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing :) Oh, have you seen the photos the Traitor episode? Before I was excited, now I can hardly wait ;D
Disoriented, she turned her head. An unpleasant looking room filled her eyes as she lay sprawled on the floor. Her lips rose to give rise to a triumphant smile, she did it. Now she just had to find Melissa and get the hell out of here. Faye shifted her slightly sore body from the fall and with the help of the wall walked to the nearest shelf. Whilst leaning against it, she examined the contents that it held. A series of unsealed boxes where neatly placed on top of one another. Curious, Faye opened one. An array of tiny plastic bags with white powder inside took up the cardboard space. She had a fair idea of what they were. 'Might as well take one' she thought and staffed the bag into her jean pocket.
The other metal shelving units that occupied the small space were full of similar boxes and alcohol bottles. Faye silently, careful not to knock anything down, headed for the door situated opposite to where she stood. She put her head against the door, biting her lip as she listened out for any noise. It seemed oddly quiet but she took that as a good sign. As she pulled the door slightly opened, she was unprepared for the loud creaking noise that it made,
'Damn it',
She stood still. No running footsteps could be heard so she tried again. This time she opened it with one swift motion. In a confident stride she entered the dim lighted corridor. It was uncomfortably narrow but she didn't let it intimidate her. She quickened her pace and went to the first door on her right. She nudged it open. A bathroom. She took a deep breath and walked on with only her stilettos breaking the still silence. There was another door at end of the corridor followed by a turn. Her hand reached out for the handle but the door was already opened. She peeked inside, yet in return she only dignified with a view of a messy bedroom. No sight of her friend just an abundance of quirky objects; and she thought Lee was a hoarder. The turn on the other hand, revealed a steel staircase leading to an even darker part of the house.
Each step down to the unknown made her angrier at Melissa for getting herself into this situation; if she even was here. The final steps exposed a relatively large area, only lit by few candles, which meant Callum was here. She looked around, well nowhere in sight anyway. As she stood, unsure which way to go, a muffed sound reached her ears. Well, that made her decision easier; nearly running, she reached a door. The noise seemed to grow louder. She quickly pressed on the handle and pushed the door opened.
In the middle of the room, tied to a chair and with her mouth sealed was Melissa.
'Melissa?' gasped Faye. She wasn't expecting to find her like this.
Faye hurriedly ran to her friend, eagerly trying to untie her hands. In spite of that Melissa began wriggling her body against her touch.
'Melissa hold on, I'm nearly done.'
Yet, the girl remained struggling almost as if she desperately wanted to tell her something. She was about to get rid of the blue tape covering her lips when something struck her on the back of her head, and she saw nothing but darkness.