Falling into the devil's bed
he grabs my wrists and drags me with him to what looks like an elevator.
“Good evening sir, ma’am,” a tall, middle aged security guard walks up to us. He has a professional smile on, and he’s bald.
“Darling, this is Robert. He’s the head of security.”
“Hello Robert,”
Robert extends a hand to me. “A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’ve heard quite a lot about you,” as he says that, his eyes dart to Vincent. For a moment they flash with fear and uncertainty. Then he pulls back and gestures to the elevator door.