She had just been thrown roughly onto the luxurious bed. She knew without being told who was behind that mask. 

There was no time to compliment how comfy the bed was or how much taste Mr Sayge had regarding his room decor. She watched as he kicked the door slightly closed, clearly not worried about some fool barging in.

He then made his way towards her and asked her to get on her knees while still on the bed. She obeyed, her face betraying her fear.

“The Meyers think I’m stupid, huh?” ...