Next I knew there was a dimly lit room with pastel red walls and gold trim.
The arms dragged my feet inside and closed the door before. They placed me down on a four poster bed; the curtains were riddled with dust.
My stomach churned, still rolling with the blow that landed in the dark. A girl with blonde hair and green eyes leaned over me, fretted with teeth biting her lip, and lifted my head.
“Hey, are you alright?” she pressed. “Sorry, we didn’t mean… we thought you were-”
My gut told another story.
Another of the girls opened the door a sliver and peeked through. She lingered like a statue, senses sharp and eager for the smallest move to trip them. Our fumbling pricked her ears and inspired a scoff, but she turned back to her watch without a word.