A Sadistic Love Story

Chapter 16: Begun

"Dang it," I yell again after opening the wrong door yet again.

Which room is Victor's? I've opened all of them and none of them have a silver dresser inside of it. Maybe this is a test. Maybe silver is code for something. Or maybe Victor has another room. Ugh, this is too hard. How am I even going to figure out yeh code when I find the dresser? I know nothing about the guy. Only that he has intense fire eyes that make me melt into a puddle every time I stare into them. He also wears formal clothes. That's all I know.

I open a door with some music symbol on it and sense of familiarity tingles down my spine at the symbol. I've been it before but not on this door. I quietly swing the door open and scan the room. A light gray, silver and white plaid bed comforter on a king sized bed is on the same spot in the middle of the back of the room just like Gabriel's and everyone else's rooms. Some had more things added to their rooms like a computer or surfboard or guns, but this one is so simple. The only personal items I see is sheet music on a light gray dresser. This room suits Victor.

I walk around the room and see that everything is neat. Nothing special stands out. No personal items or anything. I glance at the sheet music and smile. I like that song. The melody of the classical song pops up into my mind and I start humming it as I search more thoroughly for the silver dresser. It has to be in here. I slide open the door to a walk in closet and get down on my hands and knees. I crawl into the big space and dig. It's not really digging since there's only the same fifty shirts and pants hanging in the giant space.

I crawl all the way to the back and that's when I see it. A tiny little dresser that's not even six inches tall rests again the wall. I grab it and scurry out of there, but the sound of footsteps walking closer towards the room makes me go back to wall and slide down on my stomach from under the identical black slacks that hang on a low bar brushing the ground. I hold my breath as someone walks into the room and shuts the door with a light click.

"Who's in here?" Victor's voice rings out into the quiet room.

I bite my lip and hold in my breath as he approaches the opened closet. Shoot. He walks closer and closer into the closet towards me before turning away to look in another direction. I let out a sigh of relief. He pauses at the sound. No, I was so close! I bite my lip so hard I taste blood pooling into my mouth as I watch his feet walk over to me. What do I do? What do I say? Can I trust him enough to show him the note? It's only a watch and maybe he won't care if I give it to the guy in the mask. It's pretty obvious it was from him.

"Hello?" He pauses right next to my face, probably staring at his clothes in confusion.

I stay silent.

"Sang, come on out, I know it's you," his voice is heavily laced with amusement.

Shit. I slowly crawl out of my hiding spot and stand up right next to him. I give him a sheepish smile and receive a smile as he shakes his head. Well, this is awkward.

"You found me. Now you go hide while I count to ten." I put my hands over my eyes in hopes that my idea will work.

"Nice try," his long fingers gently wrap around my hands and pull them down. His face is gentle as he asks, "Why are you hiding in here? Did you see something?"

"I ... well ... you know." I laugh nervously and blush at the situation I'm in. "I can't tell you."

"Tell me what? I promise I won't judge you. I just don't understand why you chose to hide under my pants in my closet." His eyes blaze as he stares at me. Oh, not the eyes.

Under the influence of his eyes, I pull the note out of my tube top and hand it over to him while I avoid looking at him the whole time I do. He takes it with a flustered face and opens it up. I watch as his face hardens as his eyes scan the note.