The Craziest Of Them All

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First things first, I need to find out what the hell is in Demon's room, that he doesn't want me seeing so badly. Honestly, if he wasn't so adamant about me not entering the room, I would have let it be. But because he repeated it a billion times not to go in, now I HAVE to see what’s happening in there.

For all I know, there could be something in there that could help me with my escape, or maybe there is something in there that I could use to blackmail Demon to letting me walk out of here. Though I cannot see Demon succumbing to my threats, he would probably just plant a bullet in the middle of my forehead.

I hastily speed walk to the back of the apartment where his room is situated. When I'm standing in front of the door. With an evil smirk on my face, I turn the knob and push at the door. It's time to unleash Demon’s secrets.

The flippin door doesn't budge open. My smirk is instantly wiped off my face. This cannot be happening right now. Frustratedly, I push and pull at the door violently. When the door still doesn't open, I stop abusing the door.

Of course he locked the damn door! 

Not giving up, I back up against the door to the bathroom to give myself a little running room. I crack my neck twice before shaking my body to loosen myself up. Getting into a running, I look at Demon's bedroom door and release a small battle cry. At the same time, I charge toward the door. Slamming my shoulder into the door, the poor door's hinges give up entirely.

So instead of the door swinging open, like I was expecting it to ... it falls right off its hinges. With bulging eyes, I watch, almost in slow motion, as the door falls to the ground with a loud bang

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If I wasn't motivated enough to leave the first time, I definitely am now because if Demon finds me in this apartment with this door like this, he gonna kill me! And since we know that he a real assassin, I ain't talking about metaphorically killing, but rather literally killing me.

Either way, the door is open and that's what I wanted at the end of the day, it doesn't matter that the door is no longer intact. It's not like I plan on being caught after I leave this dump, once I'm gone I ain't coming back. Stepping in the room, I look around but can't see anything because it is pitch black in there.

Running my hand against the roughly textured wall, my fingers glide over the light switch. Flipping the switch on, light instantly cascades into the room, chasing the darkness away.

My eyes wander across the room, drinking in the sight in front of me. And let me just say ... it is an utter and complete mess in here! As expected.

Like the rest of the apartment the room is not that big at all. There is a mattress at the corner of the room by the windows. Not a bed, ladies and gentlemen, just a mattress with some funny looking stains on it. There is a lone pillow propped up against the wall and a thin white sheet lies crumpled at the foot of the mattress.

The doors to the built in cupboards are missing. In the cupboard are a few wrinkled clothes that lie in dirty heaps in the cupboard compartments and a bunch of shoes, ranging from Nikes to Adidas and Jordan's, are also laying around.

At another corner of the bedroom is a small wooden table, that is situated on some crookedy ass legs. Walking to the table, I see like a million and one cigarette stubs in an ashtray. There is a stack of cash just lying on the table as well, next to some kind of a white residue. There is also a pile of playboy magazines on the table.

I sift through the pile of magazines to see what kind of stuff Demon into. Just out of curiosity you know, it's not like I'm trying to see what his type is and whether I fit into the category or not. Pshhhh…don't get me twisted. It looks as if he a huge fan of PlayBoy cause he pretty much got al the editions for all the months.