<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie was terribly scared. She felt nervous, and almost like a rabbit in a trap. It was a trap, she was as sure as though it had been written on the walls. Now she was, but it was too late to turn away now. She felt that there was no way out. Her eyes narrowed when the man gave her that answer. She was right. There was no way out now. She was doomed. Leaving her cup untouched, the girl waited. There was nothing else to do now but wait.<br/><br/>Missie's eyes widened in surprise when the man ordered the girls who had taken the tea to be removed from the room. What was in it? Was there anything in it at all? Or was it some twisted sort of test? It seemed like it. Marcel's words to the girl in the red dress made a chill run down Missie's spine. There was something very wrong with him. <br/><br/>It was clear that all the girls who had remained - only three - were uneasy and scared. But Missie's feelings were rolling off of her in a confused wave she could not control. It was a primal fear - the kind of fear mankind had felt in the dark one day. Yet, she didn't admit she was nervous after Marcel's words. Something in her whispered that admitting her fear would only make him want to cause it further.<br/><br/>"Sir", she started with a soft voice. "You say you have only room for two girls. I can withdraw my request for the job". Missie didn't know why she was saying that. But some invisible force urged her to get out of that place.</div>