The Miss stares at the space of her cellar, it is actually a room for storing barrels of wines as she sees the rows and stacks of barrels, the smell of aging wine on everywhere her eyes landed.
The members of 'Muds' puts her here and probably either celebrating their new product or discussing where they're going to sell her.
Now, that will be problem for her.
After all who's up for becoming slave?
And she also must mention the worst-case scenario?
No. Right?
So, what she should do now?
Of course, the only answer is to escape.
Although, it'll might prove to be a difficult task, seeing they tied her wrist together behind her, they even made her bite clothe and that very same cloth is tied around her mouth, preventing her from making any noise… is anyone would even heed to her call if ever she scream for help? As far as she can tell no one, but the eleven teenagers will hear her, and of course no one will help her.
She closed her eyes letting herself to drift in horizon of reality and imagination. After a moment she once again opens her eyes. She wriggles her wrist many times before halting for a second until her wrist are finally free from the binds. The miss then removed the clothe on her mouth and toss them aside.
Do you know what those 'Muds' forget to do? Is it not to tie her legs—not that it will do any better either seeing that she 'easily' untied herself.
She rouse, and quietly jogs towards the door, put her ears to listen for any movement from the other side. When she confirms that no one is guarding her cellar, she opens quietly the door—that for some reason the teenagers didn't even bother to lock—oh! In truth—it doesn't have anything to use to lock it, not even a doorknob.
Just how much confidence that these teenagers possessed that they didn't even bother to do better their job?
They should have done an extra—on the other hand, she shrugs her shoulder and thank the heaven that she got caught by reckless and stupid scoundrels.
Still, this lacking of cautions made her feel bad to herself as she was caught by them—but oh well, ten of them were sure ordinary rebellious teenagers but two of them were actually scary. Thinking of it now, she's now feels bad for the two strong or actually useful members—if they are just having better underlings then things will easier for them. The miss sighs—before halting her steps when several voices caught her attention—they are inside of a room and discussing her.
From what she heard; the two strong members of 'Muds' are against on the idea of selling her, suggesting that she can be a big firepower for their gang, but the 'Muds' that fought her and easily lost possesses prides that much bigger that sun, and that lost eventually made them mad to her. Not that she actually want to join their gang or want them to like her at all—in truth she actually don't like the idea of people liking her at all.
"It is because you guys are weak and just relying on your weapons while you not improving your fighting skills."
'Well said, well said orange-head brother!'
"Aren't you the same? You have an amazing ability—"
"I study martial arts, asshole."
"What about Black—"
"I can kick you out."
Eventually this conversation is just between nine teenagers that she defeated against the two strong.
"I am really sorry Hatter, Black. We're going to sell that girl; if we let her in, she might ruin our organization."
'Why I feel like it is already ruined?'
The miss after shaking her head displeased to the rebellious ten teenagers' attitude—specifically speaking their self-righteousness.
She no longer attempts to listen anymore and just passes by quietly, almost tiptoeing until she already far enough from where they are.
All she needed to do now is to find the exit of this hideout. Now that's what she meant of difficult task. As any door could lead to doom and be throw back to that cellar and worst, they keep close watch of her from then… which won't be appreciate at all.
This is her tenth door, and if this one still not the right—then she will draw another plan.
"Over here—" she jerks in shock; she didn't feel him at all that she's wondering on how long he has been on her tail. Turning her head towards him and stares, thus finally dawned to her why—unlike those rebellious teenagers he doesn't emitting bloodlust towards her, he actually not possessing even a slightest ill emotion against her at all. "The exit—" what about the exit? "it's over here."
This makes her completely confused, who wouldn't be? It is either he is lying and trying to entrap her or he genuinely willing to lead the way, who could tell?
Cannot choose inbetween, the miss decided instead to come with him, while preparing for any ambush.
After walking for not too long, they stop in front of a metallic door, without word he opens it and to her shock the door leads to outside of their hideout.
"Why?" Just what is your hidden agenda? Is what she really wanna ask.
"Do you want to start another organization with me and Black?"
"Huh?"
Her and the orange-head lad called Hatter went out first and he closed the door quietly but didn't let go of the doorknob—so he could open it at any given moment.
"Forget it—we don't have much time; someone might already go to check on you and it will be a riot once they discover you've escape from their clumsy binds."
"…yeah…" she still confused but high alert.
'Is he—by any chance—securing the door to make sure no one from the inside could open it? No way… right?'
"Hey—hey! I'm asking for your name!" Hatter half whisper, half yell at her.
"Oh…"
"What? Everyone calls me Hatter."
"That's your name?"
"That has been my name, and you are?"
"I—" she halted, not just from talking but also her brain. She tries to dig in her mind the answer but why she cannot find it? She holds her head as she keeps digging but come out with nothing.
Unlike with Cheshire that she quite mad at him for ruining the good ruins of restaurant way back at Ghost Town, she's now willing to give her name to Hatter as form of thanks for leading her to exit—but she realized just now, she cannot remember her name! Also, she doesn't remember of who she is before waking up in Ghost Town.
"Hey are you alright?"
Out of all times, she has to realized it now! She doesn't trouble herself before to mesmerizing anything in her past—that she more intrigued on this country than bothering herself to think of the past.
"We don't have any more time!" She could faintly hear Hatter's voice and with one eye open she could see him turning back and forth to the door and to her.
The Miss is surprised yet again when she felt hand atop her head, it's quite a gentle touch.
'Eh?' the confusions, puzzlement and trouble has increased when she finds herself floating off the ground. Hatter's hand is no longer on her head, instead she could see him drifting away from her—no, actually, it is her who drifting away from him.
"When you know you're already far from here, and in safe place, just straighten your legs so you land safely. See ya next time missy."
'…oh…' he helped her!
~~~***~~~
Just like Hatter claimed, a riot occurs within the headquarters after they're all discovering that their newest product has escaped, and other than Hatter and Black, everyone is screaming atop of their lungs and points blames to one another.
Hatter laughs at how pathetic they all are.
On how pathetic they have handled the miss despite experiencing themselves how great she is in martial arts.
"Really this gang is already ruined."
Black silently agreed.