Abigail's racing heart echoed in her ears, and a cold sweat clung to her trembling form as she tried to take in her surroundings.
This room was different from the others; she could sense it. It was a bedroom. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her as she assumed it was Lance's room.
The bed loomed large in the center of the room, its dark wood frame seeming to tower over her. The windows were covered with heavy curtains, blocking out any outside light and adding to the claustrophobic atmosphere.
She couldn't understand why he had brought her into his bedroom.
Lance moved closer to her, his eyes fixed intently on her face. His smile grew wider, his teeth glinting in the light. Abigail felt a chill run down her spine as he reached out and stroked her cheek, his touch sending waves of fear through her body.
Desperation crept into her voice as she demanded, "What do you want from me?"
