The sound of a key entering the keyhole, the lock snapping open, and the door handle turning slowly had Alex's heart racing in anticipation with a dash of fear of the unknown; everything else was moving in slow motion. A golden tray comes into view as the door opens wider, then the plates and glass cup before soft feminine hands, followed by the silhouette of a woman in a maid's uniform. Alex watches from the shadow created by the open door as the woman walks in, oblivious to the situation she just walked into. The maid walks to the bed and bends down, placing the gold tray on the sheets. For a minute she notices the chain connected from the foot of the bed and leading somewhere behind her, but before she can react, Alex takes the opportunity to pounce on her from the back, swinging the metal rod so hard over her head. She falls over the bed, blood oozing from the wound at the back of her head. Hands shaking, she rushes to the side of the bed, holding the metal bar in her right hand and pointing it at the woman's fallen body, in case she was still awake.
Is she dead? Did I just kill someone? Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck... please don't be dead... please God, don't let her be dead...
She leans in, switching her hold on the metal bar from her right hand to her left, making sure she was still pointing the metal bar at the body in case she moved funny, her right hand now slowly moving towards the woman's exposed neck in an attempt to check her pulse. Before she could get too close to the woman, she could hear heavy footsteps fast approaching the door, and before she could react, a large man dressed in a black suit barges in and comes to a stop as he takes in the sight before him. Alex panics and stands straight, bringing her hands together and now holding the metal bar with them both, pointing towards the woman's head, but her eyes are fixed on the large bodyguard by the door.
"Don't move!" Alex shouts, her voice slightly wavering out of panic and fear, but the burst of false courage and sheer determination of wanting to get out of that hell hole kept her standing firm and fueled her eyes with a burning flame. The man takes a step ahead, clearly ignoring the feeble threat from her, and immediately she raises the bar over her head, aiming at the woman's head but with her eyes still trained on him, now turned into a glare that dared him to move a step closer.
"I said, don't…fucking…move." She hisses at him, and he brings his hands up slightly in surrender, his eyes shifting from her to the woman's body on the bed with his eyebrows furrowed, contemplating his next move carefully.
Should I ask him to drop his weapons? I know he is strapped, but that could be risky since he could easily point his gun at me and there goes my advantage... What should I do? But wait, I know they wouldn't hurt me... Or would they? Why am I even here in the first place? Ugh… so many unanswered questions!
Alex takes one deep breath, trying to calm her nerves down in order for her to reason, and quickly. Blocking away every negative thought, she firmly looks at the man, making sure she has blocked every uncertainty from showing on her face.
"Here's what you're going to do: take out all your weapons and throw them on the bed. Now! " She commands, her eyes watching the man's every move.
He opens his suit and pulls out a pistol that was strapped onto his waist, holds it up in his right hand, and leans forward slowly, throwing the pistol on the duvet covers. Next, he raises his hands again while bending over, putting his left foot forward as he lifts his trousers, pulling out a sheathed dagger from its strap that was around his leg.
Damn… I knew he was armed but not this much… Who needs this much protection? Is this "master" some politician? If he had all these on him, then it means he is also trained to use them.
She watches as he throws the dagger on the bed, landing right next to the pistol.
"Is that all?" She asks, her eyes now in thin slits, assessing him carefully. He nods, his hands up by his side once more.
"Step back towards the door, walk backward, one step at a time... Don't do anything funny..." She instructs while nodding her head towards the door. He takes a small step back with his right leg and she takes a small step forward, aiming to get to the gun on the bed. He shifts his eyes quickly towards the gun and back to her face, clearly understanding the position he is in and uncertainty flashes across his face; his eyebrows furrow, clearly rethinking his decision to continue complying with her.
Alex notices his hesitation, and before she could let panic take over, she shouts, "Move!" That seemed to work as it disrupts the man from his plotting as his left leg takes a step back, she takes a step forward, the gun now only an arm's length away from her.
Please…please…please… Just a little bit more...
The man takes another step back, his torso now in the doorway, and she leans her left hand forward and quickly grabs the gun, dropping the metal bar that was in her right hand to fully hold the gun. She could feel her heart beating so fast, her eyes slightly shifting to look at the gun in her hand in disbelief, the foreign hard plastic feel in her hand, and the weight of it taking her slightly off guard. The slight hesitation in her face and surprise were enough for the bodyguard to sneak his hand to his ear. Alex notices, and she frantically points the gun at him, panic all over her face, her breathing now coming in heavy, her hands slightly shaking, and her index finger threatening to land on the trigger.
"What did you do? Huh… WHAT DID YOU DO?" She shouts, her voice laced with panic. A foreign sound hits her ears, a low groan, and she whips her head to the side, her brain registering that there is a body on the bed.
SHE JUST MOVED! FUCK…
"We have a situation…" She hears the bodyguard mumble and before her brain could grasp what she was doing, she faces the man and pulls the trigger.