69 Intentional Scenario POV (2/2)

Mummy doesn't like Mr. Maxwell since she never invites him to a room with her.

I have asked Mr. Maxwell whether he likes my mummy, but he has said that he doesn't consider her as a friend, so he doesn't like her. That makes me sad.

However, he has said that he likes me a lot, so that cheer me up a lot. I like him a lot too, but I think I am too young have sex with him.

The only word I don't know is loli.

I will have to ask my mum or maybe Mr. Maxwell about that word later when I am free.

Are those bad men going to let me go?

It doesn't sound like they will.

Please. Please. Let me go.

My eyes become watery again.

I want to cry, but it will make the blindfold wetter.

It feels uncomfortable when it is wet.

”That is fucking stupid. And don't enable those idiots. Oh, by the way, I think we are done. The cameras are active in all the rooms and corridors, right? The boss wants to know everything happening here.”

”Yeah. We are making sure there are no blind spot. The last time someone forget to check got himself cannoned to the moon. I think he will get there in a couple of decades. What speed is he moving at?”

”No idea. And don't really care. I never like him anyway. Always showing off. Oh, I heard that they are building a lunar base up there for all the wacky science stuffs that is too dangerous on the planet. Me thinks it is a good idea. Don't want to blow up the planet, huh.”

”Hey. Stick to the script. Shouldn't talk about those stuffs!”

I can hear that clearly. He sounds annoyed.

What is this script they are talking about? Is it something to do with movies?

Mr. Maxwell constantly talk about writing his script for his movies and shows.

”I think only one of them is ear-dropping. It is that very special one. The others are still crying, begging to be let go. I had thought they would be tired and doze off by now.”

I think I shouldn't be listening on their conversation anymore.

They probably don't like me doing that.

”What do you expect? They are little kids after all. Their parents probably have called the cops already, so that is our cue to get out of here. You did leave some clues behind for them to track, right?”

”Yup. Anyway, I'm heading off first. I got a gaming session with those cheaters on level 2. Just because their rigs is more better than mine at home, they have this annoying smug on their face. You guys are free tonight? Want to join my team?”

”This is why I don't have kids. So annoying. Not dating anyone either. It is the bachelor life for me. Oh, I will join your team. Count me in.”

Their voices getting fainter. I think they are moving away from the room.

I could hear their footsteps heading away until I could no longer hear it.

The other girls have stop whimpering as well.

There is total silence in the room now.

I try to move again, finding the rope loosen a little. My fingers can move more freely now, but my arms are still stuck together. The cloth rolled into a ball gagging my mouth has also dried out, allowing me to spit it out.

”Help –

I stop myself. If I shout, those bad men will come back. I heard spitting sounds. The other girls manage to free their mouth.

”Help! Help! Anyone is there!? We are in here! Please help!”

”Mummy! Daddy! Help me!”

”Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

Their screams and shoutings echo the room.

”Please stop yelling. They will come back.”

I call out, but none of the other girls listen to me. They continue to shout and scream for help until all of them lost their voice.

Now they are crying again.

No one came despite the noises we made in the last hour.

Those bad men are really gone, leaving us here all alone, wherever here is.

I wish they come back.

I'm really scare.

I have tried to move again, finding the binding rope around my wrist and ankle has loosen more, but it is still not enough to slip my hands and legs out.

But it is loose enough for me to roll around the room without being hurt.

I have thought of an idea, so I move little by little until I bump into one of the girls. I don't know which one.

”Becky, Anna, Susan, Daisy?”

I call all their names since I don't know which of them that I have bumped into.

”Stephanie, you dope. You bump into me. Stop moving around if you can't see anything.”

I recognize the low voice as Susan. She is the least meanie of the four. I think she only goes along with my bullying since if she doesn't, she will be bullied herself.

”I think I can get us out of here, Susan, but you have to help me. Can you move your hands?”

I whisper. Susan takes a moment before responding.

Without seeing a thing, I reposition myself and eventually found her hands touching mine. Our arms are still tied around our back, but we can free each other.

Susan mutters something, but I interrupt her.

”Can you pull against my rope. I think it is loose enough already.”

Susan did, and the rope comes off with several tugs.

It is like it was designed to.

My hands are finally free. My blindfold comes up quickly, giving me a look around the room.

It is just an empty room with only me and the other four girls. I quickly pull off the rope to my ankles, freeing my leg.

After that, I ran towards the door, finding it is not locked at all.

I open the door and look outside, finding an empty hallway.

”Step? Step! Wait, don't leave us. Help us! Please!”

I look back into the room, blinkingly.

The four mean girls who have bullied me for so long are still tied up, unable to move. Their binding is a lot different than mine.

It won't come off with just a tug like mine. Mine bindings are special.

Why is that?

It is as if this scenario intentional.