Jenny felt so low and drained, not to mention she was scared out of her wits, recalling the events happening in the building. First of all, her instinct was to search for an escape route just in case.
Her vision wandered around the room, checking out each minor detail. There were alluring portraits of women engaged in utmost intimacy with men across all four walls, seeing which her stomach churned yet again.
As she got closer to the window, her hope died down, seeing the sheer height from the floor to the ground. No way she could escape from here. Lowering her head, she went into the bathroom. If there was one thing that made her feel a bit relieved, it was the fact the suite was spacious with almost all the commodities a person might need.
Stripping off her clothes, she turned the rain-like shower on. As the cold water made contact with her skin, she flinched a bit; however, she forced herself to stand underneath, allowing the water to rinse away her worries.
