Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33305666-20171009094603/@comment-30700719-20171009235941

I scrabble around in the small bathroom, looking for anything to help myself with. A standard size roll of toilet paper, slightly more luxurious than normal. A small screwdriver (who the hell would put a screwdriver in a hotel bathroom?). Two toiletries sets, one fairly normal, the other outfitted with high-quality files and polishers (again, why?). The aforementioned kitchen knife, more of a steak knife for eating than for preparing. Spotting a vent in the wall, I balance on the edge of the bathtub and remove the cover. Just as I'm about to clamber in, the Redcap kicks open the door with one foot. I toss the heavy-duty kit at her head, making an audible thump. Without bothering to look back, I leap into the vent and crawl away at top speed. I'm going so fast in the dark vents that I don't even see the drop. Down I go, flailing wildly, landing in a pile of garbage in the basement. "Is this...mon dieu!" I desperately escape the heap of rubbish and brush myself off. "Hello?" A high-pitched female voice resounds from the darkness. "A man..." "It's been so long~" I hold out the kitchen knife like a weapon. Attempting to scare them away, I threaten, "I'm going to gut you like a Cornish game hen!" The sound of skittering chitin on the hard stone floor sends a chill up my spine. Up ahead, I spot a small pinpoint of light. "Excuse me, but I really must be going now." Suddenly, about eight Devil Bugs and six Beelzebubs leap out at me, knocking me to the floor. "Ugh...merde."

And that's the story of how a French guy got raped in a basements. Moral of the story: life is hard.