Gwendolyn continued breathing deeply, centering herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breath, letting the rhythm of it soothe her frayed nerves.
With each passing minute, she felt more in control of her emotions. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. The situation was still dire, but at least she was able to think more clearly.
She examined the walls and furniture, searching for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities she could exploit. She spotted a wooden chair in the corner of the room and picked it up, hurling it at the door. The chair smashed into the door, but it was no use. The door was too sturdy, and the chair was too flimsy.
"Damn it!" she cursed, frustrated by her lack of progress.
The voice in her head returned, encouraging her to stay calm and try another approach. She listened and surveyed the room once more. She needed something more powerful than a wooden chair, something that would make a dent in the door.
