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3.9 Unlocked

We were cleaning his car. It was a step forward to help him with
something. Normally, he had me sit around and do nothing.

"How long have you been here, Mr. Bentley?" I said while cleaning the right side window of the car. He was busy with the rear window.

"I can't tell you, Selena," he replied. I had to make him trust me. I had to get new information. My head was starting to hurt because I continuously thought of the same things.

I said, "I like it here. It is so calm. I could get used to living like this."

"You can't though." Where is the logic in that, Mr. Bentley? You have had me here for months.

"Why?" I asked him.

"You will eventually have to leave this place."

***

The bad dream of the night had happened already and Mr. Bentley was silently sleeping beside me. I needed to go to the toilet. I carefully and quietly exited the room and went to the toilet.

I was on my way back to the room when I saw one of the usually locked doors slightly open.

Curiosity got the best of me. I knew that Mr. Bentley would not like me to explore his secret rooms, but the unusual opportunity was there, so I needed to grab it.

First, I tried to hear whether somebody was in there, but that was not the case. I opened the door.

What I saw took my breath away.

Literally.

I was on the verge of having a panic attack.

There were rakes, spades and shovels leaning against the wall. In the middle of the room there was a table. There were rubber gloves on it. Quite a few, actually.

There were shelves filled with hammers, mallets, drills, handsaws, knives...

I spotted more rubber gloves. Syringes. Masks.

Stacked boxes filled the room.

It could have been a normal tool chamber, but my instinct told me otherwise.

Mr. Bentley had mentioned that he would kill me if I acted stupid. In this room he had all the utensils he needed in order to have a clean kill.

Earlier he had said I would eventually leave this place. Was he implying that he would kill me? There was no other explanation.

I exited the room with a heart that was pumping. I was scared. I did not want to go back to the bedroom.

He was lying there...

I turned to close the door behind me, and then returned to the bedroom. I had to do it.

I decided to wake him up, as rude as that was.

"What is going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you planning on killing me?"

"What?"

"Well, are you?" He was bewildered.

"No, I am not," he answered.

"I saw your room, you know," I informed him so that he could drop the act. "I thought we were going somewhere. I thought you liked me!"

"What room did you see? Everything is locked in this apartment," he uttered with a confidence.

"The door was open and I went in! What are all the knives for? The gloves? The masks? The syringes? Are you going to drug me and then kill me? Tell me!" I yelled.

"Sh.it, you really saw the room." He stood up and paced around the room, thinking. "I am not planning on killing you. There is an explanation for that. I will tell you. There is one thing I want to get out of the way first."

"Be quick. I want to know whether I am getting murdered any time soon!" I spat.

"Tell me the truth. Did you break in the room?" I shook my head.

"That is the most ridiculous accusation ever," I uttered. "I would not do that. Unlike you, I have opened up to you and you know that I would not be capable of that. I respect you too much."

"Well, I did not leave the door open. I remember locking it. You were there you saw me lock it, didn't you?"

I nodded my head, remembering. It was before we went to sleep. He said he had forgotten something in that room, then he came out and locked the door behind him.

"Who unlocked the door then?" he asked.

-It took me a while to get here, but finally, I found a very nice way to do it.
Stick around, loves.
In 3.10 I will unleash the revelations. The real reason why Selena is with Mr. Bentley.-