The Hotel

The clerk recovered first. He found his clothes, throwing Emily's in a pile near the desk where she still lay bound and twitching. Her eyes were still closed when he grinned once more and left the office.

The next morning was Emily's last day of vacation. Filled with trepidation she walked gingerly to the front desk, tightening her scarf. Her once-captor checked her out of her room with a bland expression, showing no indications of the previous night. As he handed her the receipt, though, he smiled and winked. She flushed and cast her eyes down, almost running out of the hotel. On the plane back home she thought about how she'd like to see more of what New York had to offer. She'd have to schedule another vacation - and stay at the Hotel Belleclaire.