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Wednesday, 10 August 2022

Playmobil Detectives: Saigon Love Story-17

 Petrified, Mai backed up but Bob continued to advance towards her with that sinister smile on his sunburnt face whilst saying things that Mai could not understand. Without warning, Bob pranced on Mai and grabbed her hair. Suddenly, Mai understood what Bob wanted and tried to resist. Nevertheless, due to Bob's occupation as a construction worker, he was relatively strong for his age, so Mai was unable to push him away. After he was done, Bob left Mai on the floor sobbing uncontrollably whilst he grabbed his car keys from the dining table. 

"Better get some burgers at McDonald's than eating this woman's cooking," mumbled Bob as he kicked the door open angrily. "I thought Asians are supposed to be good at cooking, dammit."

That night, whilst Bob was snoring away on their bed, Mai slowly lifted her duvet, descended her bed and tiptoed across the room towards the dressing table where she placed her suitcase. As quiet as a mouse, Mai unzipped her suitcase and took out her passport. After making sure that her husband was still sound asleep, Mai tiptoed down the stairs, across the small living room and arrived at the door. Nevertheless, when she tried the doorknob, Mai was devastated to discover that it was locked with a key, so it could neither be opened from the inside nor the outside. 

"Stay calm, Mai," thought Mai to herself. "The key must be here somewhere, you only have to find it. Come on, you can do this!"

In the darkness, Mai started groping around in search for the key, however, it was nowhere to be found. At that instant, the lights were turned on. Blinded by the bright light, Mai used her hands to cover her eyes and could just about make out Bob's figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, dangling a key on his pointed finger. 

"Are you looking for this, my dear?" asked Bob as he laughed an evil laugh. 

Without warning, Bob rushed towards Mai and grabbed her hair violently, dragging her across the room. Kicking away an old, moth bitten rug, Bob revealed a secret trapdoor, leading towards a cellar which was heretofore unbeknownst to Mai.

Oh no! What will Bob do to Mai?

~To be Continued~

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