You run right

In your panic, you can't think straight and run in the first direction that occurs to you, to the right. You reach the end of the corridor and realize with a stab of fear that you are back at the locked entrance door again. There must be a way to open it, your mind screams at you as your hands scrabble at the door, finding nothing except the useless door. You're whimpering and moaning in fear, **** to escape, frantic as you hear the sounds of footsteps approaching.

You glance back and it's Richards, his hard cock bobbing from his pants. You try to cower away but his hand grabs your hair and pulls you to your knees. You scream in pain and terror, grabbing his wrist with both hands. He drags you back up the hallway to the room you escaped, your legs kicking and struggling, your screams for help going unanswered.

Once there he lets you drop to the floor where you crumple, weeping and pleading.

"That little trick is going to cost you, bitch," he says as he locks the door.