Chapter 8 Eight

• Serena lay on the plush bed, surrounded by the opulent decor of the luxurious room. Soft, golden light spilled from the bedside lamps, casting a warm glow on the cream-colored walls. But despite the tranquil atmosphere, Serena's mind was a whirlwind of worry and fear. She had been locked in this room for hours, with no way of leaving.
• Her phone was dead. She'd even contemplated calling the police but she knew that wasn't a good idea. She'd gone to the window side but then she had acrophobia and she was sure she was probably 99 feet off the ground.
• She didn't know what to do. At all.