Plot (6)

Trigger Warning for Violence and attempted s*xual assault. The act doesn't happen but please be forewarned.

"Keep your disgusting hands off of me!" Celeste snarled as she swung the chair in her hands in a large arc at the five men in ski masks trying to back her into a corner.

As they jumped backward, she did her best to focus her blurry vision and remain conscious as she looked around for a way to escape. She seemed to be in what seemed like a living room similar to the one at the other chalet. All around her was furniture toppled to the ground and a broken table from her resisting these men in front of her.

"This bitch! What are we supposed to do Tyler?" One of the men shouted. Another one tried to dash for her, but she unhesitatingly swung the chair in her hands at his head, sending him flying back with a scream of pain.

"Who the fuck are you? And where the hell am I?" Celeste shouted as she leaned against the wall, trying to keep herself upright.