Looking up at the minimalist white wall, Janet noticed the wall clock showing exactly eight o'clock. She hadn't forgotten that today was Monday.
After taking a quick shower in the bathroom, the bluish-purple marks on her body, like red bruises blooming on her skin, refused to fade no matter how hard she scrubbed. They were the marks left by the man from last night.
Everything here felt new to her. Janet looked down at the torn clothes she had worn last night, a clear sign of the man's urgency. Just thinking about last night made her cheeks heat up. Walking over to the wardrobe, she opened it to find it filled with beautiful women's clothing, but there was no trace of the man who had been there...
"Mrs. Janet, you're awake?" As Janet opened the door to step out, she found the man who had escorted her back to her room last night standing outside. She instinctively felt that the milk she had drunk last night was suspicious.
