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"Ahhh!" I perched on the edge of the plush bed for a moment after taking out Elias's guy, my heart racing like it wanted to break free from this elegant nightmare. The frying pan was surprisingly comforting in my hand, warm from the hit and oddly reassuring as a makeshift weapon in this ridiculous situation.
I knew I couldn't just leave him there like a discarded jacket; if he woke up and got loose, I'd lose whatever little edge I'd gained. Taking a deep breath that didn't quite manage to calm the chaos inside me, I ripped long strips from the pricey bedsheets, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound that filled the quiet room.
I worked methodically, dragging his unconscious form over to one of the sturdy wooden chairs by the small dining table. My muscles protested with the effort, but my determination kept me moving.
