My whole life turned upside down when my boyfriend said he’d “lost” me in a casino. How could that be? I thought so too at first. But, alas! The man called the elevator—and when we got in, he shouted: “Which floor?”
“14,” I answered automatically.
The moment the elevator doors closed, I understood what was happening. My first thought was to call for help, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I squeaked: “What do you need from me?”
“And you don’t guess?” he sneered darkly.
Maybe meeting this man will change my future. Or maybe it will destroy what I have right now. Contains profanity.