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The room spun around me as fear gripped my heart, my thoughts tumbling over one another in a chaotic frenzy.
The stark reality hit me — I was cornered with no way out.
The poundingon the door was incessant, echoing through the small room like a predatory beast ready to pounce.
The door quivered under the blows, the flimsy lock straining against the onslaught.
I could hear the male aliens’ gruff voices on the other side, laughter intermingled with the growing anticipation of their impending entrance.
I was backed into a corner now, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
I could hear my breaths, quick and shallow, filling the air with the sharp tang of desperation.
Each inhale was laced with the musty odor of the aged inn room.
My eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an escape.
The room seemed to mock me with its starkness, offering no conceivable means of escape.
The scent of damp wood and cold fear overwhelmed me, seeping into my pores and leaving my skin prickling with apprehension.
But then, my eyes landed on it — an unassuming door I hadn’t noticed before, nestled discreetly into the wall.
It led to the next room, it had to.
A sliver of hope ignited in my chest.
I lunged for it.
The cool metal knob was a shock against my heated skin, and I turned it hastily, the sharp, metallic click of the door unlocking sounding like sweet music to my ears.
In my rush, I stumbled into the room, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.
My senses were heightened, the adrenaline bitter on my tongue.
The room was shrouded in darkness, the only light being the faint glow from the hallway behind me.
The door clicked shut, muting the noise and plunging the room into eerie silence.
My heart skipped a beat, the quiet unnerving.
I could hear my breath, ragged and shaky, filling the room.
I was aware of the cool air against my skin.
I stood still for a moment, allowing my eyes to adjust to the gloom.
The new room wasn’t luxurious, but it was bigger and seemingly devoid of any other inhabitants.
I could see the outlines of furniture — a bed, a desk, and a chair.
But there was no time to take it in.
The pounding started again, louder this time, an ominous reminder of the danger just beyond the wall.
I quickly navigated my way around the room, the touch of the unfamiliar furniture under my hands providing a small sense of reality amidst the chaos.
The texture of worn wood and the threadbare fabric was grounding, drawing me away from the spiraling terror.
