Trapped by The Fight Club Boss

Renata was still standing frozen at the elevator threshold when the driver gave her a gentle push forward, one hand on her shoulder like he was steering someone who'd lost their bearings. The roar in front of her was so thick it felt like a wall she had to push through, not just air she could simply walk into."This way," the driver said, his voice barely audible over the noise.They walked down a short, dark corridor, its walls lined with thick black soundproofing material that felt damp and cold under Renata's palm when she brushed against it briefly to keep her balance. The closer they got to the end of the corridor, the more the roar broke apart into sounds she could actually pick out. The crowd shouting. Bass music thudding like some giant's heartbeat. And underneath it all, a referee or announcer shouting through a microphone, the words sharp but not fully reaching Renata's ears.The driver opened a glass door at the end of the corridor, and in an instant, Renata's whole world c

The alarm was still blaring when Renata felt a rough hand grab her arm from behind."Quick, this way!" The woman in the black uniform who had greeted her in the VIP room was now pulling her away from the crowd starting to jam up at the main entrance. Her voice was almost swallowed whole by the siren still spinning red across the ceiling."Wait, my suitcase!" Renata grabbed for it before the woman could pull her away in a rush.Renata couldn't think straight. Her head was still full of the man's face, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, his hand holding her shoulder in place, all of it tangled up with the panic of people running in every direction around her.In the middle of the chaos, her eyes caught her black suitcase lying not far from her feet, and without a second thought, she snatched it up.Across the room, in that same chaos, the man was moving fast too, his face tense. One hand grabbed the handle of the nearest case before he moved off in the opposite direction, disappearing be