☆☆LILA☆☆
We stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. The maid pushed it open and practically shoved me inside. I stumbled but didn’t fall down.
The door slammed behind me, and I spun around just in time to hear the sharp click of the lock.
“Hey!” I banged on the door. “Open this—!”
No one answered
I hit the door again, harder, my palms stinging. “You can’t do this!”
I stepped back slowly, my chest rising and falling too fast. My hands were trembling now, the anger draining away, leaving fatigue behind
I need to get out of this place.
I turned, searching desperately for a way out—and only then did I really see the room.
It was beautiful.
Too beautiful to feel right.
Luxury stretched in every direction, with expensive cream-coloured furniture, soft lighting, and wide windows.
