Yanking off my high heels, I marched forward and was in front of my room in no time.
My bed, and maybe some room service, sounded like what I needed at this moment.
Reaching out, I grabbed the doorknob and began to turn it, but then a figure slid out of the shadows beside me.
“What the—?”
A cloth pressed against my nose and mouth as an arm wrapped around my chest. The smell of a strong chemical overwhelmed me.
“Don’t struggle. That will only make this harder.”
Then the world dimmed.