Aurora's eyes fluttered open, feeling like they were glued shut.
Her head pounded, her limbs felt heavy, and she barely registered the dimly lit room around her.
The faint smell of dust and stale cologne hung in the air.
The door had just slammed shut, the noise jolting her awake.
Slowly, Aurora's vision cleared, and she caught sight of a man standing in front of her.
He was short, chubby, and bald, his beady eyes glinting as they traveled over her in a way that made her feel sick.
She forced herself to focus, to stay awake and be aware, but it felt like her body was betraying her.
She tried to get up from the side of the bed, her fingers grazing the edge of a tall mirror as she passed.
But her knees wobbled and she stumbled, falling back onto the bed.
The man smirked, inching closer.
His eyes were fixed on her as he licked his lips, his gaze crawling over her in a way that made her skin crawl.
