Heat consumed her body—a wildfire spreading through her veins. Bane Reed stumbled into room 306, collapsing onto the mattress as the world blurred around her. Alcohol clouded her mind, but one desperate thought remained crystalline: survival. A breath cut through the darkness. Heavy. Close. "Get out!" Panic seized her as footsteps echoed beyond the door. *No. Not them. Not again.* She couldn't face what waited outside—couldn't survive another encounter with those men who saw her as prey. She lunged at the figure before her, fingers clawing at his shirt, her voice raw with urgency. "Help me. Please—call the police." "Let go!"