I woke up in the super comfy bed with a super comfy blanket on me. I think it's 9:00 AM because I usually wake up after 6 hours of sleep.

Last night's events rushed into my mind as my head started to ache a little by the streaks of sunlight streaming in.

I took a look around the room, still looks fancy as fúck.

I tied up my hair with the band I wore on my hand religiously. It's a life saver in situations like these.

Not that I get kidnapped on a daily basis.

Then I walked to the door that led to the hallway, casually picked out the bobby pin I hid in my hair and picked the lock.

I walked in the hallway wondering why are bobby pins called bobby pins? Why not Sarah pins? I'm sure not all Bobby's​ would need these pins...

I crossed a room which sounded empty, but was quite large judging by the distance between the two doors.

The second door was slightly open letting me peek inside. It was filled with cool looking gadgets and a LOT of computer screens. It had a cool geeky vibe with the shady beeps and noises from those screens. It also had a midnight black couch with the massage thing inbuilt, just like the ones Joey from Friends bought for him and Chandler.

The most interesting thing there was, was a whole shelf of cool looking spectacles and shades. I tried one out of curiosity and Damn! I looked​ good! Obviously because it hides the Prada and Gucci bags I have under my eyes. Right one's Gucci.

Something told me it was Zach's room.

But it still wasn't the kitchen so I moved on.

The next room opposite to it was occupied judging by the noises. A girl was trying to stay longer than her invitation and an irritated man was making excuses. Definitely Steve.

I moved ahead looking at the ridiculous things people call modern art on the hallway to the last room.

Someone was watching the movie Fast and the Furious and light snores could be heard. This room was the closest one to the greenery outside the Mansion and had a grey-ish vibe to it. Yes I peeked. It was Michael's.

Finally I found the exit to the what seemed like the West wing of The Beast and looked for the kitchen. Dear Nose now's the time to shine.

I can smell nature. Nope not food.

I can smell faux leather. Coat room, still no food.

I can smell pool table, old CDs, books, bread, old people soap, detergent, Wait a minute back up! Bread.

Yes! I found the kitchen.

What I entered looked like the back door to the pantry with veggies and meats and stuff. I moved ahead and found a fridge with cheese slices which I gladly took. Along with some chocolates and cookies.

As they say: Never leave chocolate behind.

Or maybe it's just me.

I went in a huge Kitchen with all the newest appliances a chef could wish for. My mom would love it here.

Mmmm...Bread...

I found a short lady in the kitchen cooking something with an apron on with skulls all over it. Her black hair dyed red on the ends. Oxidized Peircings peeking over her ears and a stay away from me vibe in general.

But will I stay away? No.

"Hey! It smells good what are you making?" I asked in a mildly squeaky voice.

"Go away" the lady said without even turning back. Rude.

"Is that bread roll? Or maybe puffs out of fresh dough?" I asked peeking over her shoulder.

She suddenly took her knife and brought it close to my nose and turned around "Get the fúck out of my kitchen! It's off limits."

Although I had a knife in my face my attention was solely on the food.

"Ooo! Bread rolls! You know what these smell AMAZING! So did you soak these in water? My mama soaked them first to make them more crunchy!" I said enjoying the aroma in the kitchen.

"Who are you?" The woman said with a hint of Spanish accent, scrunching her eyes and looked at me head to toe while taking the knife down.

"Oh! I'm Ariana, I was recruited when I helped kill the Snake Head rat who snuck here! Those are some nasty people! They hired me recently and I just shifted here. Unfortunately my bag got lost at the airport hence the attire." I sighed faking exhaustion and picked up some rolls to taste them.

"Anyways what's you name? If you too have some name fetish I can call you Best Chef No. 2, because obviously mama is first, but I have to say If I was First Place, you would be too close for comfort, if you know what I mean." I said taking some more bites.

The mom card always pleases the ladies.

"Damn these are so good you could sue KFC!" I moaned.

"I'm Feyona" she said with a small smirk. "Did your mama teach you her No. 1 award winning dishes?" She asked with a glint in her eyes.

"Oh I can't cook for shit, that's out of range for me, and it ain't happening anytime soon, nope nuh uh, nada!" I said shaking my head negatively.

"No no no, A Woman must know how to cook!" She gasped, her hands on her waist. Looking disappointed.

"See that's where you are wrong, A woman must know how to get someone to cook for her." I sassed.

"Ah but I can bake!" I exclaimed.

"You know I had this bakery near my house where my mom and I would go for our weekly dessert. One day they introduced Chocochip Chocolate Cake and my love for chocolate convinced mom to get me that. But me being me I said the owner, who was a friend of my mom, that it wasn't​ upto the mark and it was shit. So they both laughed at 7 year old me and asked 'what's wrong with it?', and when I said everything, that's when the owner got kinda angry. So she said why don't I bake a better cake than her, so I did make it, it was definitely better than her's and even I ate half of it!" Ah the good ol' days.

"If you are as good as you say, why don't you bake some for me and I'll be the judge for it." Feyona said slightly smiling.

"I accept the challenge mi lady" I bowed to her making her laugh.

Maybe I can use my cake to please everyone I met last night so they approve of me and I'll get to stay longer!

"But first go freshen-up and change your clothes, take the third door to the right and ask Mia to lend you some clothes, tell her Fae sent you." She spoke to me in a strict motherly way.

I made the lady with a knife turn into a motherly figure, haha! I must be awarded the Most Manipulative Bitch of the Year award!

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