Shannon and Anna sat at the small kitchen table in the condo they'd been brought to nearly an hour earlier. The woman with the gun eyed them through the holes on the glittery green mask she wore as she sat on a leather chair near the fireplace. She kept her unwavering gaze on them as they ate the omelets and fruit the woman had ordered for them via room service.
Trusting the food hadn't been tampered with since it came from the resort's restaurant, Shannon and Anna willingly accepted the meal. Neither had eaten anything since lunch the prior day.
As she ate, Shannon's gaze shifted about the room and searched for an escape route. They weren't far from the door but both she and Anna had one wrist cuffed to a decorative loop on the leg of the heavy wrought iron table. She doubted they could
