While Sierra was still trying to figure out what John meant, he took out his phone and made a call right in front of her. “Didn’t you say you liked this sort of thing? She’s in the room. She’s all yours.”
“What are you doing?” Sierra was suddenly seized by a sense of dread.
“Didn’t you just say you would rather it be anyone but me?” John put away his phone and looked at her again, his expression was returning to icy indifference, no hint of affection left. “I’m just giving you what you want.”
Sierra’s heart plummeted.
Seeing her fear return, only then did some of the coldness in John’s eyes seem to fade. 1
Sierra’s hands and feet went cold as she frantically scanned the room, searching for anything to defend herself or escape with. There was nothing she could use. No weapons, no way out.
Soon, footsteps sounded in the hallway. The suite door opened from the outside, and in came Kenneth, who had just left a
moment ago.
“She’s all yours,” John said, glancing at the pale–faced Sierra, his words cruel. “No need to show mercy on my account. You can do whatever you want as long as she lives.”
Kenneth tried his best not to roll his eyes.
That was indeed a difficult instruction. 1
“You sure about this?” Kenneth played along, emotionless.
“She’s just a disobedient cat that bites,” John said, his gaze frigid. “Nothing to be sentimental about.”
“Then I’ll gladly take you up on it.” Kenneth managed a smile.
John shot one last cold look at Sierra, then turned and walked out without saying another word. Each click of his shoes pulled him farther and farther away.
“Ms. Bell, a night like this is worth more than gold,” Kenneth recited, nearly gagging on the lines John made him say. “Shall we get started?”
“Wait,” Sierra called out, realizing John was really going to leave her here. Forcing herself to stay calm, she said, “I would like to take a shower first.”
John, on his way out, paused slightly.
Kenneth didn’t expect this, but after a moment of surprise, he nodded. “Alright.”
Sierra headed to the bathroom. She remembered the bathroom window on the twenty–eighth floor had a ledge leading straight to the balcony of the neighboring room. If she were brave enough, she could make it over and escape.
With both Kenneth and John here, there was no way she could get out the normal way.
But she had to try.
She locked the bathroom door and turned on the shower. With the water ruming, she got to work. When she finally climbed up to the windowsill and looked down from the twenty–eighth floor, her hands and feet went weak
She was so far up…
Out in the suite, the men didn’t notice anything unusual.
Kenneth, hearing the running water, tried to gossip, “What happened?”
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John wanted to know more than anyone, but Sierra wasn’t the type to take risks. He was certain of it.
Then, a sudden thought struck him. He strode quickly to the bathroom. Hearing the steady stream of water, he didn’t hesitate and kicked the door open.
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