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reached for her phone but couldn’t find her purse. Ah well. She could head for the main road and hail a cab. It would take an hour to get there, but she could manage it.
    A dark laugh rang through the halls. Molly froze.
    She looked to where she remembered the door being, and she glanced around in confusion. The door was gone. Smooth wood was in its place.
    “It seems your lover has left you here to your own devices.” The rich voice spilled out of one of the chambers off to her left.
    She followed the voice and found a man lounging in a deep chair, sipping a glass of brandy. “Do you know him?”
    “He brings his conquests here, one at a time. We watch, but since nothing comes of it, we let him go.”
    “Let him go? Is he trespassing?”
    “Oh, definitely, but he puts on a good show, so we tolerate him.”
    Molly stared, but she couldn’t see into the shadows that disguised her conversational companion. “Do you know how I can get out of here?”
    “Of course. The key is silence. No matter what you hear, see or feel, you cannot utter a sound. You may not even ask our names once the way out has begun. Silence is your key.”
    “I don’t understand.” She stared at him, and the air wavered around him.
    “You don’t have to understand; you just have to choose. Do you want to come out the other side, or do you want to shatter the world around you by uttering a sound? The choice is yours.”
    The world spun again, and Molly was in a long hallway. Doors lined the hall, and sideboards broke up the stark appearance of the wood and dark wallpaper. She stepped toward the door at the end of the hall when a door opened next to her.
    Ignoring it was her plan, but as she tried to step forward, it was like being stuck in thick honey. She couldn’t go forward. She couldn’t go back. The open door was her only option.
    She stared at her shoes while she decided. She could remain in the hall and shout her head off, but what would that get her?
    The black pumps didn’t give her any insight into what was going on, so she walked toward the open room.
    The door swung shut behind her, and she jumped. Molly turned and tried to open the door, but the lock wouldn’t turn in her hand.
    She felt a hand stroke her spine, and she whirled to look at the person touching her, but there was no one.
    Shivering in confusion, she walked past a low couch and toward a desk where a piece of paper was lying in the centre of the glossy mahogany.
    Elbows on the table and lean forward, ass out. Don’t move and don’t make a sound.
    Molly stood upright and walked around to the door and tried it again. She wasn’t going to play whatever sick game was taking place here. She made a fist and pounded on the door.
    A hand grabbed her arm and turned her around. She had a moment to take in his sharp and handsome features before he kissed her, stroking his tongue between her lips with the confidence of a man who knew she wasn’t going to bite.
    He pressed her to the door and lifted her, holding her with his pelvis, and the ridge of his erection was enticing. She shivered and returned his kiss. She had come out that night wanting a little fun, and he seemed willing to give it to her. As he leaned away, she opened her lips, but he pressed a finger to her mouth.
    To her surprise, he nodded toward the desk and winked. A moment later, he disappeared.
    She began to shake and felt a hand at the base of her spine, moving in a slow circle.
    He wasn’t real, right? So she could bend over the desk, and all she would do was embarrass herself. If this wasn’t real, she would just have to deal with her subconscious at a later date.
    Sticking her ass the air in front of a webcam wasn’t the worst thing she had ever done. At least she got to keep her clothing on.
    At this point, the webcam was all she could think of. She called herself seventeen kinds of stupid while she walked over to the desk, and when she had settled her forearms against the smooth wood, she heard a