Faye's POV

I found it a struggle to fall asleep.

Tossing and turning around on the bed, i was thankful that he at least provided me with a guest room. He had warned that I shouldn't touch anything in the room, and this room only served as a place that I'll sleep in.

He was dangerous.

I didnt need to spend too much time here to know that he's actually insane. Just from him actually having the thought to murder a dog like this and serve it on a plate proved that something was wrong with him, and I couldn't help but feel the need to get out of here as soon as possible.

If you've watched dramas, you'd know the best time to escape is during the night.

I got out of bed, scanning the room for any potential CCTVs before tiptoeing my way to the door.  Twisting the door knob, i pulled the door open, before stepping out of the room immediately.

I would've opted to run in this situation, but running may produce more sound, waking V up.

My footsteps were light as i made my way down the stairs, my head looking around to check for any CCTVs once again. One thing about V's place was that it's huge, and it's easy to get lost in here.

This mansion is a god damm maze.

Taking a left turn, i cursed out loud when my arm hit the vase on display.

Now im really fucked.

"Faye! Taking a tour?" I froze when i heard his footsteps behind me, forcing myself to calm down before facing him.

"I was trying to find the bathroom, and i kind of got lost. Sorry for breaking the vase, V." His name came out as a whisper, and he chuckled before turning on the lights.

"Bathroom huh? That can wait, let's finish off this tour." He spoke, grabbing my wrist before dragging me down the long hallway. As we walk further down I've noticed the drop in temperature, and this further scares me.

"Firstly, welcome to my little museum sweetheart." He whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine. Unlocking the door, he pushes me in, before he himself strolls in and turned on the lights.

Are those.. dolls?

My breath hitches as i took tiny steps, not having enough courage to daringly explore the coffin filled room. My nose must have shut down on me as soon as i entered, because it took me too long to realise how the room smells awful.

What an idiot. Those weren't dolls. Those were corpses.

Breathe, Faye, breathe.

"Dont you want to be just like them, locked up in a coffin looking all pretty?  Aren't you jealous dear?"

"V please, I-I.. let me go. I wont tell any-anyone. I want to leave." I begged, hands pulling his sleeves as tears began streaming down. I was certain that I'll lose my sanity here, i wanted to leave, desperately.

"No can do sweet heart. Why are you so eager to leave, I've yet to punish you for lying to me."

"Got lost huh? What a cliche excuse to make." He pulls out a syringe from his pocket, smiling while maintaining his eye contact with me.

"How about a night here in this museum? These girls will keep you company as you sleep."

As he injects the syringe into my arm, I collapse on the floor, and the last thing my eyes were able to capture was the familiar figure chained in the coffin.

Pearl?