The curtain had been shut the entire time. She had no idea whether they'd arrived or if the chauffeur had just stopped to refuel. "Mister, are you there?" She knocked on the divider again. "Have we arrived?"
No answer came. If they were at a gas station, then she couldn't hear any sounds of cars or people outside. She started hoping the soundproofing wasn't that good, but truthfully, she could already feel a cold chill creeping up her spine.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself, straining her ears to catch even the faintest sound. There it was... A muffled sound of footsteps. Not high heels. The cadence felt like men's footsteps. And not just one pair — many of them. She knocked harder on the divider. "Mister! Are you there?"
Suddenly, the door slid open in one swift motion that made her jump. A group of men stood outside, all dressed in black suits, their expressions cold and menacing as their eyes fell on her.
