The Monster On Bed [TUS #1]

CHAPTER 4

Sam's POV

"I'll do the dishes, Wallace," I offered after meal.

"No need. Just take a rest in my bed while I'm doing the chores."

"But-"

"No 'buts', Sam. You're my visitor, and I don't let anyone, especially you, do these kinds of things," he added sternly before turning around to wash the dishes.

I'm sure Wallace was an orderly guy. Every corner where he lived appeared to be quite tidy. I'm not sure if he was a "clean freak" or had OCD and didn't want to reorganize his belongings. When I walked out of the bathroom earlier, his bed was back in good shape. Even the comforters I used fit nicely.

I was about to go up to the second floor, where his room was, when I remembered something.

"Wallace, don't you have a guest room here? It would be a shame if I slept in your room again."

"The guest room is quite untidy; I'll let you know when the area is clean. For the time being, just rest inside my bedroom; don't worry about the mess," he responded without even glancing at me.

"Um, Wallace, have you seen my phone? I just wanted to message someone," I asked, forcing him to pause for a moment.

"I didn't notice your phone. You might have dropped it on the road last night when you jumped out of fear. I'll get you a new one if you really need it," he offered in a deep voice, continuing to wash.

"You don't need to buy me a new one. Maybe it's still on the road, or the guard found it," I murmured, rubbing the back of my head. It'd be a shame if he insisted to purchase me a new phone.

 

After he finished washing the dishes, he looked at my direction. He carefully removed his rubber gloves and apron and set them on the table's side. He looked gorgeous while doing it. I perceived the intensity of his gaze, as though I were prey trapped by a predator.

"Alright. I'll try to ask Kuya Guard if he saw your phone, and if not, I'll buy you a new one since I'll be going out later. Stay here for a while. Please rest while I'm gone," he stated in a gentle voice when he got here.

"Okay," I replied, and swiftly went up to his room. He probably noticed the redness in my cheeks. This is a shame! 

I heard the door close, indicating that he was leaving.

 

Because of the quantity of thoughts racing through my mind, I didn't catch a single wink of sleep. I'm trying to recollect what happened last night.

There was something inside of me that I needed to recall but had forgotten. Perhaps it was due to the amount of liquor I had last night that I forgot about the happenings. I have an extremely poor alcohol tolerance. Haiist.

I just got out of bed and considered making myself tired. Maybe having my face moist will make me drowsy?

While washing my face, I remembered the door inside the restroom. His bathroom wasn't particularly small. It's similar to a bedroom, with a bathtub, shower, and a cabinet housing hair and body products, among other things.

Curiosity sparked a wild thought in my head. There's nothing wrong with simply looking around the room, right?

I am currently in front of the door. I lightly twisted the doorknob, and it was unexpectedly not locked.

 

I slowly opened it. Dark. The room was completely dark. However, there was only one red light burning in the corner of the room. It looks like those kind of vintage camera photographs that appear in a crimson room. I did not hesitate to approach it.

*ting!* *ting!*

Before I could approach, I heard a faint sound coming from inside a wooden cabinet next to a bookshelf, almost adjacent to the red room. I swiftly opened it and discovered my lost phone. I thought he hadn't seen my cellphone. So why is it here?

I promptly opened it. 99+ missed calls, 88 text messages, and 99+ chat messages. So much in only 24 hours? But wait...

What the... July 25? July 22nd was the day we celebrated at XYLO... Have I been unconscious for three days?

When I looked up, I noticed a few photos of women, including some familiar faces. They're all naked. They seemed miserable. There are further photographs attached to the light...

Pictures of several foods, with their names below... Names of the women who went missing.

What I saw nearly made me puke, and I was horrified. I turned hastily to leave the room when I spotted something.

A photograph submerged in the water... It was my photo; undressed while unconscious. I was unable to move in my current location.

 

But when I heard the automobile downstairs, I dashed out of that room. I hope he doesn't realize or notice I'm in that room.

I soon lay down on his bed and wrapped myself in a blanket. I feigned to be asleep as I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

 

He knocked on the door before asking, "Sam? Are you awake?"

After a few moments of silence, he entered the room. My heart is loudly thumping. I hope he doesn't hear that.

 

I felt a chunk of the bed collapse; perhaps he was seated next to me. I felt him lift the blanket and stroked a few strands of hair from my face.

"You're so beautiful, Samantha. I hope this moment lasts longer. I love you so much," he whispered, before I felt his kisses on my forehead.

He softly got out of bed. I'm not sure where he's going right now, but I just confirmed it when I heard the restroom door open. When I realized he was in the room, I dashed down to his living room and towards the front door of his house.

Unfortunately, it was locked.

 

"Sh*t!" I exclaim uneasy to myself.

"D*MN SAMANTHA! WHERE THE F*CK ARE YOU!?" I heard a loud scream from above.

I immediately hid in any area of his house. I know nothing about his house. I'm not sure how big his house is. I only knew that my life was in danger.

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