No, She Hears A Disturbance

As Amelia rolled over in the unfamiliar bed, she swore she heard something clattering in the salon below. Instinctively, she threw the covers off, grabbed her phone and followed the small beam of light out into the corridor. After walking a few paces, she walked past Bianca's room and peeked inside.

On seeing the empty room, Amelia noted a nervous flutter in her stomach as she headed toward the landing. While descending the cramped staircase, Amelia swore she could hear someone or something moving about within the salon. Raising the phone up, she followed the beam past the kitchen and out into the salon's reception area, the torchlight reflected in a nearby mirror.

Her eyes darted toward it and she held back a terrified scream as she caught sight of a muscular crimson brute. Not wishing to be found out, she tapped off the torch on her phone before sliding it back into the pocket of her jeans. A low lustful snarl echoed around the small salon, as Amelia fell onto her knees and began to stealthily crawl toward the noise.

After a few paces, she came to a nearby make-up counter and crouched behind it. Amelia could clearly hear a series of guttural groans coming from the other side. Cautiously, she peered over the top and barely held back a gasp at the sight of...