The Handsome Devil

Chapter 47 - New player

The girl was woken up by a cold draft that forced her to snuggle deeper into the blanket. Nonetheless, just as she was about to roll to her side, the funny thought that there was no blanket when she fell asleep was registered by her exhausted mind.

Was it all just a nightmare?

It took her five minutes before she mustered courage to open her eyes, too afraid of having her hopes shattered.

And shattered they got.

The first thing she noticed was the opened window equipped with thick steel bars, and her heart instantly dropped. Escaping the doghouse seemed impossible at the time, but this was a whole new level.

I guess they learnt from Max's mistakes.

Her eyes took in the rest of the room. There was an oak wardrobe to her left situated next to a cushioned white loveseat, the king sized bed she woke up in, and a dressing table with large oval mirror right opposite.

Whoever furnished the bedroom certainly had an expensive taste, one the girl couldn't appreciate. Somehow, luxury always made her feel like an elephant in the china shop.

Probably because you're clumsy as fuck. Her inner voice readily peeped in.

There were two sets of door and she slipped out of the bed to explore. Unsurprisingly, one were hiding an en-suite bathroom, while the other were locked.

Just. My. Luck.

Apparently, she was in for the waiting game.

. . .

Couple of hours later, there was the distinctive jingling of key in a lock before in walked Jessie, eyes instantly fixating on the bed. However,  imagine his surprise when he processed that it's empty.

And that was the exact moment Deya jumped up from her hiding.

Not giving him a millisecond to react, her knee aimed straight for the crotch, and she added few kicks to his side for a good measure before bolting it out the door.

Internally, she couldn't help but bless Patrick for all he taught her.

With the amount of adrenaline pumping in her veins, the tiny girl was invincible.

Well, at least she felt that way.

Running through the foreign corridor, she just prayed her instincts will miraculously lead her to the exit.

The rows of identical door were flicking by and if one of them suddenly opened, she'd sure smack into them face first.

But her guardian angel seemed to be working overtime that day and she made it safely all the way to the staircase. Pushing her own limits, she leaped down the stairs in incredibly long jumps, and her heart danced in joy once the main door came into view.

Nonetheless, it proved to be a premature celebration. Right as her feet landed on the marble floor, the figure of a short chubby guard appeared out of nowhere and stepped in her way.

For a second, they just exchanged startled expressions, but the girl quickly re-composed herself and turned into another corridor to her left.

She could hear the guards shouts following from behind, and recognised no one other than Dumb, her feeling of endangerment dropping significantly.