Not the timid Woman he expected…

In a swift second, I smashed the mushroom can to his face.

"Fuck!" He hissed, staggering a bit back while straightening his nose.

Grabbing the knife by the counter, I pushed him against the refrigerator and pressed it daringly to his throat.

"What the hell do you want?" I seethed angrily.

He looked at me almost surprised and suddenly began to chuckle, "I'm impressed with your baby face."

I frowned.

Vitaly abruptly flipped me around and pushed me vigorously against the counter. My stomach hit the edge and ached in pain.

"Ooh, sorry there, kiddo." He laughed and pressed my front on the top of the counter while his hand grazed over my behind.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed, struggling to move, but he was too strong.

"What a cute little ass you have."

"Let go of me!" I tried to kick but again, it was useless.

Before I could have said another word, I yelped as I felt a sharp, sudden slap on my ass.

"So, that's how I shut you up." He chuckled and did it again.

This time it was worse.

"S-stop!" I screamed as he kept his hand on my behind.

"Oh no, why would I stop?" He leaned closer to me and whispered, "To be honest, I find you too petite to be Rosalie's killer. I'm not supposed to kill you. They don't want me to."

I blinked in shock at his words.

"But then again," he continued with another sharp slap which made me scream and caused my eyes to dampen in pain, "I'm having too much fun."

Rebecca's sudden scream alerted me from the room.

"She's a screamer, isn't she?" Vitaly smiled.

I had to get out.

At the side, I grabbed a fork and stabbed him in the arm as he growled, releasing me. I dashed out of the kitchen immediately when I saw Rebecca. She pushed the room door hard against a man who was after her and locked him in.

"Becca!"

"Beck, Vitaly!"

I spun around and dodged the shirtless man with the bleeding arm. He somehow tripped on the rug as I did that, and I couldn't help from being so thankful for that. Pushing himself up, he growled murderously, and I grabbed the frying pan from nearby.

This man is going in the oven now.

"Don't!" I shouted, swinging the pan straight between his legs.

"Mess…" I screamed even louder, swinging the second shot between him.

"With…" I growled, taking the third shot.

"Me!" I finished and slammed it straight to his face.

"Becky!" Rebecca rushed to me.

"Die! Die! Die!" I screamed, hitting him continuously.

"Becky stop! We have to get out of here." She pulled me away from the now unconscious man. He was alive, just unconscious. Thank God. I think.

I tried to steady my breath as she tried to calm me down.

" I'm sure there's a man outside the door." She sighed.

"We have to take that chance, Becca." I frowned and kept the frying pan in hand.

She nodded and as soon as she opened the door, I swung the pan hard against the man's head as he fell to the ground.

Okay, that was a little too easy.

Do people just knock out like that?

Huh, cartoons do help.

The door to Rebecca's room suddenly opened, and a strapping man growled at us.

"Gorilla!" I screamed and ran out with Becca.

The worst thing about it was that we were on the new wing of the apartment building and some neighbors moved out. So basically, we're screwed.

"Beck, I can't do this again." She cried and stopped as we dashed into a corner, secluded from our predators.

"Rebecca, listen to me. We have to get out."

"The Brooks." She muttered softly.

"What?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Brooks—the old couple who moved out.

"What about them?"

"Their apartment is nearby." She breathed and peeked out to see if the coast was clear, "Come on."

In a split second, she did that hair clip thing and opened the locked door. Something I could never do. Shutting it and locking it, we flicked the lights onto the empty apartment. I took my phone out, but there was still no signal.

"God. We're going to die." She sobbed as she slumped on the sofa.

"No. We're not. We came out of that room alive, didn't we?"

"Barely."

A silence drifted over us, and she spoke again, yet in a regretful tone.

"I'm sorry, Becky."

"What?"

She stood up and walked towards me, "I apologize for being rude to you. You didn't deserve that. It's just that, I knew you lied to me about where you've been, and it made me feel like you don't trust me enough to share your problems with me."

"Becca." I breathed, feeling my eyes dampen.

"I was horrible towards you, Becky, I'm sorry."

"You're not my best friend, Rebecca Banks. You're like my sister and sisters fight. It's allowed." I smiled, hugging her as she returned the hug.

"What are we going to do now? We can't run because it's s dead end for this wing of the building. There's only one way out, and those men are probably there. It won't be long until they break into all the apartments as well if they don't find us."

"I know. Just let me think."

I looked around the room and there was honestly nothing useful. How the bloody hell were we going to get out then? I felt like I couldn't think anymore. My blood was slowly thickening like poison within me and acid seemed to lace through my body in the form of a tremble. I turned to Rebecca who was sitting chewing her nails nervously on the sofa.

This was definitely the time to bring out the nasty habit. My head was beginning to ache so much and all I was thinking about was how wonderful I slept last night.

We are going to die.

God help us.

I looked up and closed my eyes in frustration, only to open them back to my way out.

The vent.