Remember Me, Baby.
Trapped

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Hansel could feel a fireball rolling towards him. A fireball full of anger and vengeance. Inevitably the corner of Hansel's lips twitched, impatiently seeing the exciting show that was about to happen.

“Hey, you two!” cecille exclaimed with eyes that seemed to be about to emit fire.

Hansel was still busy flirting with Lanny, acting as if the exclamation was not aimed at her. Faintly, he could feel the fireball was already about to explode nearby.

“Hansel Roux! I'm talking to you!”

Cecille's screams caught the attention of some of the people around, others lingering in excitement on the dance floor.

Hansel turned his head slowly with a frowning frown, then as his gaze met with Cecille's blazing blue bead, he displayed a slightly contrived look of surprise.

“Oh, do we know each other, Miss?” ask her with excessive polite intonation.

Cecille had already nearly lunged forward and hit the man's head with his bag.

What say? Do we know each other? Who has been teasing him since yesterday? Fucking shit! Fucking man!

Having satisfied the cursing in heart, Cecille replied loudly, “Unknown! Get out of here, you guys weren't invited on my show!”

Hansel's laughter almost gushed to see the little cat showing its claws. He took his membership card casually and placed it on the bar table. In his heart he was secretly grateful for deciding to become a member of Berlyn’s Club, otherwise ....

“I pay with my own money, I think .. I have the right to use all the facilities available,” said the man as he raised his eyebrows and gave a mocking look, "If not, the man said, Miss just call the manager here, let him decide if I can stay or if I have to leave here."

Cecille's mouth opened and closed without a sound. He knows that if he continues to force it, people will be suspicious and consider him too childish. Therefore, in the end he could only glare at Hansel at a glance and then galloped away. His head is strong, unable to think clearly. He feared that he would be even more crazy and humiliate himself if he continued to be there.

Hansel's eyes were filled with a complex bias as he watched Cecille traverse the room and head for the door with the inscription "Exit".

"Where does that lead?" ask Lanny.

"Restroom, sir," replied the girl, distancing her body. The task is done, and it seems Mr. Hansel is quite satisfied.

Up ahead, Cecille continued crashing like a wounded bull. He ignored the greetings of some people who passed him in the hallway, only to continue walking while cursing. Sipping four glasses of tequila in one breath makes his head start dizzy, not to mention the martini and bloody mary he drank from noon. Now his face is hot and numb. He wanted to wash his face and tidy up his makeup for a while, also distancing himself from that son of a bitch Hansel Roux.

The girl turned to the right, entering the room with the inscription "Ladies" on the front. There were only four women in front of the mirror and two closed toilet rooms. That meant there were only seven people in the room, not as many as he thought.

"Cecille" said one of the four women.

"Yes." Cecille only muttered at a glance, then walked towards the very end of the room and locked the door. His stomach churned violently, it felt like he wanted to take out all the contents.

Hoek!

A loud sound of vomit echoed in the room. Cecille lowered her head and held back the strands of her hair so as not to enter the toilet and get hit by her own vomit. He slouched and coughed until tears spread in his eyes.

"Really damn! Fucking Hansel Roux! Uhuk .. hoeeek!"

The hardened tears on her cheeks made her appearance look extremely pitiful. He covered his mouth with his hands, not wanting the girls outside to hear and make it as gossip, then laughed it off with their other friends.

He continued to cry until his eyes were swollen and swollen, then decided inwardly to just go home. It was impossible to return to the main hall under these circumstances.

After feeling that all the contents of his hull had been drained away and his feelings had gotten better, Cecille opened the door and sighed, preparing to face the full-sighted gazes of the girls outside. However, when he came out of the room, no one was there.

Where did everybody go?

Heart's beating. This silence feels a little strange. Even so, he still ventured to stand in front of the sink, turn on the faucet and then looked down to wash his face.

As the girl's body re-erected, the reflection of the shadow in front of the mirror made her scream in shock. He turned around quickly, staring in disbelief at the figure leaning against the room in front of him.

“B-how did you get in?”

Cecille's body trembled. He took a quick glance at the main door connecting the toilet with the hallway to the main hall. The door was tightly shut, whether it was locked or not. Can he break through there and run out in time?

“How can I enter? Do you think only your family has the ability?”

The soft ruckus sound that was heard after that reply made Cecille pias. She squeezed the end of her dress nervously and stole a glance towards the doorknob once again.

It should be ....

In one swift motion, Cecille spun and swung his feet towards the door. His heart was already on the verge of exploding due to the adrenaline that suddenly flooded his veins.

Two more steps.

“Argh!”

Cecille screamed as her hair was pulled from behind, causing her body to jerk and be dragged away from the doorknob that was in sight.

Nah!

"Please!"

Brak!

"Aah!"

Cecille shrieked loudly as his body was thrown to the side and crashed into the trash can. He knelt in fear, his whole body trembling as a knife stuck to the end of his chin.

"Try yelling again."

Cecille bit his lips and shook his head slowly. His intermittent breathing was clearly heard in that quiet room. He glanced at the door expectantly, pleading inwardly for someone to come to his aid.