C15 Chapter 15

I enter the office like a naive little girl.

I know I should heed to my inner Goddess, who is howling at me,

'This is a trap; flee before it is too late.'

And she is right; it is too late; I brush past him, my sight settling on the chair in front of the enormous mahogany desk, which I slip into.

I hear the faint sound of the door closing and the click of the door locking