"Do you like our room?" His voice carried a sultry edge, heavy with intent.

What did he mean by our? What was he planning? Fear pressed down on me like a weight, each thought sharper than the last. Would he hurt me again? Was I trapped with no way out?

My heart pounded as I backed into the wall. Fear rushed through me when he stepped closer. I wanted to scream, to call out for help, but no sound came. My hand moved on its own, grabbing the lamp from the side table, desperate for something to ...