Jessie's heart skips a beat in the dead silence. And then she hears the voices talking again, though this time with aggression and was moving closer to the door. Jessie runs off to another room on the top floor, she wasn't thinking and just picked one out of random. She closes the door hastily but not as quiet as she would have liked. Looking into the room she was in, it was an old janitor's closet.

The room didn't contain any objects to hide behind, As its empty shelves were thrown onto the had tons of cleaning tools and trash littering the floor. Luckily it did have another door connected to it, thus giving her an escape route if needed. She creeps to the center of the wall with equal distance to both doors and crouches down. She tries her best to breath normally, but still in hysteria. Outside she hears the floor creaking, and surrounding doors opening. This goes on for several minutes of each step is getting closer, and her heart starts racing. She can hear it coming from her right, and steps closer to the other door to her left. Jessie tries her best to relax as her heart rate is through the roof, any moment they could come in and have thier way with her. She removes her respirator to breathe in easier, though it barely helped her anxiety at the moment.

The door violently swings open and Jessie almost craps her pants as she turns and sees the person standing in the doorway.

"Uh, So...sorry I'm just exploring. I.. I will be leaving now." Jessie says aloud and trying to hide fear and fighting back tears.

"Hell no your not, your mine bitch." The voice came out, in a deep and guttural tone filled with sadistic aggression

Jessie beams her light at him, hoping it could blind him by shining his eyes. She immediately runs out of the room but takes a glance at the assailant. He's built like a pro wrestler and easily towers over Jessie, who's already tall herself. His arms are thick are tree trunks and adorned with graphic tattoos, his torso covered a black wife beater and grey camo cargo pants on his legs. His head was round and unpleasant in shape, with more scares than hair on his balding head. other than his overall ugliness, his face didn't have any defining features than several tear tattoos under his reddish eyes. Tattoos with meaning, the mark of a killer.

"Hey, Get back here!" He barks as he tries to get his eyes readjusted from the bright light.

Jessie speeds down the stairs, but looking back as she makes it to the bottom she looks up and he's already running down them too.

"Fucking shit, he fast as hell!" Jessie frantically mumbles under her breath, trying to get him off her tail.

Her distraction didn't help for long, he's already hot on her heels. She books it into the operation room and he breaks in. She goes in and just came to mind she's now trapped as she remembers there's no way out in this room. Looking back as she's in the middle of the tables, the thug just entered in. Glaring at her like a voracious predator for one moment and then makes a frenetic charge at her.

Thinking fast Jessie runs around of the tables and gave him a slip as she runs past him and was able to make it out of the door. Or almost until something snagged her, looking back he was seizing onto her by the arm. His grip was hard as a vice and was able to hold her up with no problem, pulling her into his face. She was screaming bloody murder, but he paid no mind. If not anything, he was enjoying her terror with sick sadism.

"Oh ain't you a pretty one? I know plenty of guys who would like a taste of you." He grins and can barely contain himself with his demented glee.

As she tried to squirm her way out, it wasn't going to work as there's no way she could overpower him. But looking down, seeing his legs spread open as he laughed gives her an idea. She rears one of her legs back and was able to land the tip of her toe right into his crotch, with the heavy part of her boot crashing into his fragile genitals at extraordinary speed.

That instantly let go his grip as he buckled downwards and groaned in pain, Jessie gave him another hit. An uppercut right into his nose but it didn't break and wasn't as strong of a hit Jessie would have liked but was able to put him out for now. With him down hurting, she makes a run for it. But before she could even run, she hears the doors burst open behind her and hear the thug stomping out.

"Alright you little bitch, your gonna get it now! Maybe I'll just test to see how "tight" you are myself! " He said with anger.

The chase is on, running around lead them to the squatter's room. Now trapped again and this time not much room to give him the slip, she looks around frantically. She goes to where the bed is with the jars and the door opens up with her assailant. He stands in the doorway and laughs, seeing he's got his quarry cornered and ready to beat her ass among other atrocities.

"Nice move you little shit, nowhere to run now. But that's fine with me, cause I'm gonna have some fun first." He grins as he starts moving towards Jessie.

Jessie looks around, hoping there be something to help her. Looking down, she sees the jars of "golden" opportunity.

"Piss off you fuck." Jessie roars back as she grabs the jar with golden water and rears her arm back.

With a good pitcher's arm, the jar flies into the air and hits her target and shatters on impact with a loud crash. It didn't even take a moment for the stench to spread into the air, as the assailant was drenched in putrid aged piss and covered in glass shards that impaled into his skin. Urine got into his eyes, mouth, and seeping into his cut wounds, and was starting to gag from the reek. Jessie took this opportunity to run and rushes by him.

"Smell ya later!" Jessie taunts as she runs out of the door.

Groaning and raging in the room, kicking stuff down as he's humiliated and just got covered in crack head piss. A large triangle shard of glass was stuck in his left eye and plucks it out shaking, gritting his teeth but not making anything more than a growl as he pulls it out. He roars that he just let a woman get the best of him, as well the filth that covered him. It wouldn't be too long for septic shock to take him, but he's going to make her pay before that happens.

Meanwhile, Jessie runs downstairs and goes to the door where the "Devil lives in". She stops right in front of it and takes a deep breath and clears her thoughts for a few moments, just to catch a breath. Hearing her would-be rapist yelling from the floor above, she's safe for now. It only takes a few seconds for her to get her bearings and she pulls out her phone to find the code. Scrolling through pictures, she finds it and goes to the number pad

"Maybe there's a way out through here." She says quietly to herself as she skims through the pictures.

She punches the code in and a CLUNK sound is heard as the door unlocks. beyond the door was a staircase that led directly down into pitch-black darkness. It looked like it could have taken her to hell, as she stared into the abyss below.