Ephemeral [h.s.]

e•phem•er•al-lasting for a very short time

"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor?" The deep voice speaks from above me. The same deep voice I heard yelling just seconds before the sound of a deafening gunshot down the hall.

"I'm a room attendant, sir, I'm just doing my job." I respond fearfully, forcing my eyes from glancing up at the menacing man.

He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting closer and closer to my presence on the marble floor until I eventually spot a pair of pristine black loafers covered in blood.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." The gravelly voice says threateningly.

I swallow.

I stop scrubbing the floor and slowly glance up at the man. Immediately I am struck by the green of his eyes. They remind me of a snake as they stare at me with such intensity.

"Good girl. Now, if you are just a room attendant, then why are you out here instead of cleaning one of the rooms?" He says with a sly smirk.

I try not to express panic on my face as I search my head for a believable answer to give him but before I can even begin to respond he answers for me with a clicking of his tongue.

"Now this..." The man sighs whilst bending down to my head level. "This is a bit of a complication for us isn't it." He finishes while his penetrating gaze bores into my slightly trembling stature.

I'm fucked.

***Lena Taylor is a young woman working tirelessly as a room attendant at the world-renowned hotel known as the Styles Plaza, in hope that the job allows her to pay for her collegiate education. However, when she is caught at the wrong place and time, she discovers that the Styles Plaza is more than just a luxurious hotel.

Left with no other options, she is trapped.

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