An Obvious Trap

Jen arrived at the hotel room Ethan texted her, she clutched tightly onto her sides, prepared for the worse.

However, when she stepped into the room, she was met by a room filled with designer clothes and bags. The room was decorated with rose petals and Ethan stood at the center, in a white robe, holding a glass of red wine.

"Mr Halton-"

His eyes lit up when he saw her. "Close the door, Jen."

Jen gulped, as her fingers slowly pushed the door shut, her heart racing with every passing second. Ethan sat on the sofa, his legs spread out, he slapped his lap, gesturing her to sit on it.

Scared, she complied, clenching her muscles for the incoming attack.

But instead, Ethan pushed the wine glass to her lips, "Taste it."

"N-No thank you Sir-"

"I insist, Jen. Have a sip." Ethan's voice sounded, slow and imposing.

Jen closed her eyes and took a sip.