Get out of there

Despite her weariness, Leanne wasn’t about to hang around and wait for more ****. The sex had actually been some of the most intense and erotic she’d experienced in her life. She just wasn’t sure if she would survive another round like the last.

With some difficulty she got to her feet and staggered towards the door. Peering out into the corridor she saw no sign of the odd medic or any of the residents. With the coast clear she stepped hesitantly out before hurriedly moving down the corridor. Each step of her high heels in the aged carpet caused her to cringe. Anxious that someone would hear her and try to fulfil another of their erotic fantasies.

Around the next corner Leanne was beginning to wonder where she could get some clothes. Getting away from the doctor was one thing, but she couldn’t walk around like this all day. Her old clothes were in Dr Seward’s office, but she couldn’t risk going back there. However, before she could think of anything, she heard a strange noise.

Leanne froze where she was in a panic, listening closely. There was an eery stillness about the hallway and she was wondering if she imagined it when it was there again. A soft groan.

It sounded like it came from one of the bedrooms. The young woman edged cautiously nearer until she was stood outside the source of the strange sounds. She heard another moan and covered her mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips. As she stood listening quietly there was another noise. A weak cry for help from inside.

Someone could be trapped in there. Needing help just like she did. But could she risk being seen dressed like this? What if whoever they needed help from came back? Or worse, was still in the room.