𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

Chapter Three - Gifts from Hell

-NOT EDITED!!!-

Celia's POV:

The warm sun lands on my skin and awakes me from my sleep, at first I forget that I'm trapped and think that everything was just one bad dream.

I was wrong.

This is real. I'm trapped in some fancy estate with no reasoning behind it at all.

I find myself staring at the ceiling trying to come up with ideas on how to escape.
But then I remember the windows are bullet proof and I'm locked in the room.

I sigh out of frustration and sit up on the bed, wrapping the fluffy blanket around my shoulders. My eyes land on the necklace from yesterday, I take it and inspect it again.

So you know where you belong

What does that even mean?

I look at the compass closely and notice the hands are facing the same way.
I turn around so I'm facing the wall and the point to my right.

What the hell?

I get out of bed and walk in the way the compass directs me, it goes into the closet.

What's behind it?

I move some of the clothes out of the way and knock on the wall to see if it's hollow.

It was, there was a room behind there.

I knock again.

And again.

Until I hear a groan and curses.

"Stop knocking on my fûcking wall or ill cut your hands off." A deep voice says.

The voice was deep and raspy it sounded like they had just woken up.

Oh.

I mentally facepalm and realise that it must be someone's bedroom...not some secret room with hidden answers.

Jesus I was starting to think this was some kind of escape room.

Suddenly I hear my bedroom door open and the sweet smell of pancakes grace my senses once again.

I dart out of the closet and I'm met face to face with Pan.

I smile at him as I watch him put the tray of food on my bed.
I walk towards my bed and motion for him to join me.

He looks hesitant and like he's about to leave.

"Please, I uhm I'd really like to see someone right now." I whisper.

The truth is, being isolated had taken a toll on me, I was used to be surrounded by people everyday but being on my own for so long I just needed someone to be there.

"You don't need to talk, I know you don't really like to do that." I shrug and start to cut my pancakes in half.

Pan sits down on the edge of my bed and starts typing on his phone. I don't really care if he doesn't speak back,it's just nice to have company for once.

Once I've finished my pancakes I turn towards Pan.

"You probably won't reply and that's okay, but why am I here? Last time I checked I've never broken a serious law and I've payed all my debts so I have no intention of being on the wrong side of whoever you work for. Well I mean obviously you aren't trying to kill me or I'd be dead but I'm just confused and maybe a little scared." I take a deep breath before I start again but I get stopped by him.

"You talk to much." He rolls his eyes.

Despite his very bad insult I can't help but smile at him.

"I KNEW YOU COULD TALK YOU BIG SOFTIE!" I shout with glee.