"Madness, huh? I'll show you what madness is, you bitch!" Nyla growled.
Nyla struck Alice's face, and her lips began to bleed. "I'll make sure your face is ruined, and Shawn won't want to see your ugly face again!" she yelled, slapping her hard across the face. Her fingers left marks on Alice's cheek, causing it to swell instantly.
"Curse you, Nyla!" Alice hissed.
"Hahahaha... you think you can snatch Shawn and get off scot-free?" she barked. Nyla raised her hand, about to strike Alice again, but stopped herself. "Wait here, bitch. Let me check on the guys who will take nude pics of your body," she smirked, her voice dripping with evil.
"I'll make you pay, Nyla!" Alice yelled as Nyla left.
Alice seized the opportunity to untie herself and then began searching for a way to escape. Her eyes caught sight of a broken window. "I think this will lead to the backyard," she whispered, hastily opening the window. She sighed in relief; her assumption was correct. She was about to jump out of the window when the doorknob turned, and the door threatened to open. Her breath caught in her throat, and she prayed for a miracle. Then, the door closed. She used the brief reprieve to leap out of the window.
"Phew... now I just have to get over the wall, and by the sound of cars, this wall leads to the main road," she muttered. She was about to jump over the fence when she heard two male voices. "Search! She must not have gone far," they commanded. Fear gripped her whole being, and she lost her balance. Falling from the wall, she was lucky to land in a trash truck. She peeked out and saw the men searching for her, so she lay low. Luckily for her, the truck passed by Shawn's house, and she took the opportunity to jump out, landing with a roll. "Shawn!" she called with her last ounce of strength, then passed out.
In Shawn's room,
he had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a grayish-black robe that exposed his perfectly toned and sculpted, chiseled chest. He held a hairdryer, about to dry his hair, when he saw a lady jump out of a trash truck through his window. He initially ignored it and turned on the socket. But again, he felt a connection to the lady, and then he heard her call his name. He dashed downstairs to her, his heart beginning to beat rapidly. No, this can't be her, he thought. He walked to her slowly, as if scared of what he would see. But he finally fought his fears and touched her. He felt his world crashing as he saw her face.