Chapter 101
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I need something to protect myself with, a weapon, but where am I supposed to get that? My mind was buzzing for a way to protect myself. I started to look around, my eyes only landing on a row of doors that let to other rooms.
Maybe I can find something in one of the rooms? I wondered. Feeling the urgency of the situation I just decided to take my shot and start to open the doors one by one. I would curse under my breath whenever I visited a room to only come out empty handed.
The sounds of the building were playing tricks on my ears. My ears would confuse the clicking sounds of my heels with the heavy footsteps of the men. Every time I would close the door, my heart would leap out of my chest in fear that one of the men heard that. If I even assumed that I was hearing voices or footsteps I would instantly duck under a bed or hide in the closet, holding in my breath only to release it again when I realize that it was only my imagination.
But luckily enough I was able to search the whole floor without even bumping in to anyone. Opening the door that led to the emergency staircases I glanced at the plate that was hanging on the wall.
Furrowing my brows, I muttered under my breath. "30th floor." I groaned inwardly as I shook my head. Great, unwanted exercise that's exactly what I needed and God forbid that any of those bastards are using the stairs.
There was no way that I would take the elevator in fear that someone may enter it. Especially now that I know that I am on the 30th floor. That means that I would have to hold my breath 30 times, praying that the elevator won't stop at any floor. No thank you.
After brazing myself mentally I started to run down the stairs. I scooped out every floor and after a while I was on the 20th floor. Shock took over my face when I still hadn't seen any of Casper's cronies. I am happy, but it's scarier when you don't know where your enemy could be hiding.
Trudging down the hall way I opened every door until I opened one that let me to a different room than that I was used to. I was intrigued not the least to say. No bed, no nightstand, no bathroom, only some few desks and bookcases were present in this room.
I couldn't help but wonder why there was a room like that here. It was so random and weird. Mulling I walked inside the room, closing the door behind me as I trudged to one of the desks; my hand trailing over the edge of it.
Perhaps…is this a study room? I have heard of hotels which provides study rooms in case the parents come with their children who are still students. It can also be used as a place where you can take a breather. Kind of shocking to see this here when the owner of this building is a murderer.
I glanced around the room, humming thoughtfully. Maybe I can find something here. I looked up to see if there were any cameras hanging around and there was. Even this room has a camera…great. I don't mind Mark watching me, but there's no guarantee that Casper isn't watching me either.
'Let's get rid of it.'
I grabbed a desk chair that had wheels under it and drove it under the camera that was hanging in the back corner of the room. The next thing that I did was grab a big, heavy book that I wouldn't ever read and brought it with to where the chair was. Raising up my leg about to step on the chair I lost my balance and fell back on my butt.
Even with the amount of layers inside the skirt the pain that I felt after my bum collided with the floor was evident. "Ouch." I grumbled petulantly and then swiftly aimed my eyes at my feet, glaring begrudgingly at the two murder weapons that were enclosing my feet.
Those damn high heels will be my dead one day. Why am I even still wearing them? They only give me blisters. Instantly I removed those heels, tossing them across the room. I exhaled relieved, wriggling my freed toes that were uncomfortably stuffed away and rubbed the sore place on my heels. "That's better."
Standing up I grabbed the front hem of my gown, bunching it up, enough for my legs to move properly. "Now. let's try this again." I said and climbed on the chair. I was just tall enough for my hands to reach it and with a wide swing smashed the book against the camera. A hairline crack was forming on the camera wall stand- breaching out further every time I landed a hit on it. Grunting I hit the camera for the last time, full strength. Finally broken the device tumbled down on to the red-carpet floor with a load thud.
Sweat drops forming on my head, I peered down on the abused machinery, releasing elaborated breaths; my shoulders heaving up and down.
"Phew…okay, now that's taken care of let's start searching around." I told myself and carefully stepped down the chair.
I began to pull on every desk drawer, rummaged through every book case, I even skimmed through some few books in hope to even find a square hole where a weapon could be hiding like what you would see in movies; but nothing, zero, nihil! I couldn't even find a damn needle!
"Did that creep even strip the hotel from any from of weapons!?" with my back towards the door I slammed my fist on the desk, groaning frustrated. My only hope at this point is to find the kitchen for a knife, but a kitchen is normally located on the ground floor. There's no way that I can get there without being caught. I thought sullen.
"What should I do?" I kept raking my brain for any possibility, but the cracking noise of the door followed by a loud booming voice slapped me back in to the reality.
"Oh? I'm the first one who found you? Lucky!"
