"Do you realize what you've done?" Hill whispers as she passes. "He's going to kill you tonight. And it won't be fast."
Gabrielle swallows and says, "I can look out for myself."
The words are bold, but her legs are shaking. As the adrenaline from the fight fades, she finds herself overwhelmed with fear. If it weren't for the burly guard, she'd have collapsed onto the floor. The room spins, and Hill's worried face seems to dance in front of her.
"Don't misunderstand the situation," Hill says. "You're not special to Mr. Oliver. He doesn't love you, and he won't be coming to save you. In fact, he just texted me the room he wants you to. He knows what Mr. West is going to do to you, and he doesn't care."
The guard drags her down the hall, and her plastic shoes make a dull scraping sound against the black marble floors. Hill walks behind, lecturing her. His voice is loud and high-pitched, and doors along the hall start to open, and girls poke their faces out.
