Eleanor's POV
They were in another part of the lavish hotel suite, just out of my line of sight. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. I strained against the ropes, my efforts feeble and useless.
Then they stepped into view. Three of them. The one who'd led me here, his mask still firmly in place, and two others. One was a mountain of a man with a neck thicker than my thigh, and the other was leaner, with a nervous, twitchy energy.
The first man's eyes crinkled above his mask. I could feel his disgusting smile even though I couldn't see it. "Glad you're finally awake," he said, his voice a mockery of warmth. "Don't bother screaming. These walls are paid for their silence. And don't bother hoping for help. No one is coming for you."
