Jenna’s face twists with confusion, but before she can say anything, I pull her toward me, wrap my arm tightly around her torso, and cover her mouth with my hand.
“Mmh mmh mmh!!” She struggles but I walk forward with her and when I reach the door, the hand I use to cover her mouth moves down to open it.
“What the hell are you doing, Ryan!” she yells, using the opportunity.
I ignore her pushing the door open then lunge in immediately, closing it behind me.
Still holding her against me, my eyes adjust to the dark room—it’s almost like a storage room cluttered with worn-out designs and furniture.
‘No one will be coming in here anytime soon.’
“Ryan!” She yells.
“Calm down, Jenna!” I say, releasing her torso, but my grip slips down to her arm.
I take out the cuffs and snap each o
