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It's around five am,

I'm going to try to leave now. The
only reason I didn't leave earlier is
that he locked me in a different guest bedroom that locks from the outside.

He got mad that I wouldn't sleep in
his bed and he doesn't trust
that I won't try to escape,
I heard the devil laughing when
he was walking into his room.

But I searched this entire room and
found some things I could pick
the lock with, now that I've finally got
the door open, I can leave this hell.

I quietly walk down the staircase, and
toward the kitchen. We're a few floors
up so I can't jump out of
a window without getting hurt...unless.

There might be a pool or something to
break my fall, besides cement or cars.

I walk around the apartment, which
has more rooms and halls
than I thought. So far I've looked out
every window I could find
and saw nothing to break my fall.

I guess I can use someone's car It's only
the third floor, it can't be awful.

Who am I kidding I'm literally going
to die if I do it that way;
if I fall on my side or back,
I will break a few bones, but if I fall on
my head I won't survive at all.

Maybe I can take the elevator to the
second floor, it's not too high up and
I can drop down...but that
might be too much Kinect energy.

I want to get away with no injuries,
the only way to get out
like that would be the first floor,
but he probably hired that stupid
guy to stand at the door 24/7

But he won't follow me around
the whole building...

I go into the elevator and hit the
first-floor button, a few seconds
later I'm there, and I was right.
The man is standing there,
looking at the wall ahead of him.

There is no point in trying to bribe
him, Aleksander is probably paying
him an insane amount of money to
keep me in here,
or threatening someone important.

I walk down the hallway and see
multiple rooms with different
numbers, and then a large room
that has no wall or door, it has a few couches, tables, and multiple windows.

I run because there is no way he can
hear me through the floors. I see the
latch at the top of the window and
unlatch it before pushing the window.

It doesn't open, I try again but move
the latch the opposite way,
but it still won't fucking open.

"It's painted shut," I hear a soft voice
say, I turn around and see the
lady that's usually at the front desk.
"Oh, okay, thank you," she smiles and
walks up to me "I'm assuming you're Marceline?" I nod and put my hand out