The screen plummeted below, landing on the dead body of the man whom Vincent had just killed. I let out a series of loud shrieks as my body fell through where the vent screen had once been, my fingers barely managing to catch the cold metal, preventing me from falling to the ground. My hands were sweaty, my weight was heavy, and I could feel my grip slipping by the second.
"You!" Vincent screamed at me, the hatred in his voice startling me. "You f*****g escaped the room, Princess!" He was mocking me. "How the f**k did you manage that?"
Silent and terrified, I began to pull myself up back into the vent. Quickly bringing my left hand away from the edge, I hastily replaced it with my forearm. I groaned as I did so, finding my anxiety and fear making my body feel heaps more leadened. And wit
