Under The Devil's Eyes
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
My breath comes in short gasps as I stagger to the door, jiggling the handle desperately. Locked. Of course it’s locked. I rattle it harder, pounding my fist against the wood, the sound echoing in the empty room. “Let me out! Hey! Anyone! Let me out!” No answer. Just silence. My heart pounds so hard it hurts, like it’s trying to escape my chest. I scan the room frantically—nightstands, a dresser, a chair by the balcony. No phone. No weapon. Nothing but luxury trapping me in. I try the balcony doors—locked too. The glass is thick, unbreakable without tools I don’t have. I’m trapped. Completely trapped.
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