It had been a bad time. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. Yeah she’d been threatened by gangbangers, stood up to monsters in hallways after domestic violence incidents. Claire was brave, or she thought she was until now. Being taken against your will, feeling close to the end with no control, it shook you down into a depth of her she hadn’t known was there. She didn’t want to know it was there. So after nearly being killed by Russians standing in a strange hotel in just a men’s shirt, it wasn’t ideal but it also wasn’t the worst thing that had happened that day.
She was in shock, her body broken and bruised but she’d found her way to the room. It was confusing, but she also wasn’t convinced that and of this was actually real, so that made things easier. Claire heard him at the door and stood up, moving to press her palms against it for a moment as she breathed. She stepped back and pulled it open, her lips pursed. “I mean at least I didn’t wake up in a dumpster.”