Damsel in Distress

Abby sat in silence, her heartbeat steadying as she watched the blood pool around her foot. She had taken the time to arrange the glass shards just so, ensuring the scene looked convincing. The sight of her own blood didn't disturb her—it only reinforced her resolve. She was ready, prepared to play the role of the damsel in distress once more, all for Remo. He would be here soon, and she needed to be in character when he arrived.

She heard the distant rumble of an engine approaching and knew it was Remo's car. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but she quickly wiped it away, replacing it with a mask of pain and vulnerability. She leaned back against the wall, clutching her foot as if the wound were more severe than it actually was, and let out a few practiced sobs to complete the effect.