Paul was silent for a moment. “How am I supposed to believe a story like that?” He questioned her with a glare.

“How can’t you?” She said excitedly.

“Well, you did say you’re an actress. How am I supposed to know that this isn’t a scam?” He continued.

“This is always the hard part,” she groaned, “getting them to believe you.” She looked hopeful for a moment and crossed over to the window and drew back the pink shades.

“Look here,” she pointed, “There are bars on the window, and here? The door only locks from the outside. And do you see a phone anywhere? I didn’t think so.” Paul followed her with his gaze as she pointed out each thing.

“That does really seem suspicious,” he said, standing up to investigate for himself. He paused by the door, and pointed to the intercom. “What’s this?”

“That’s how you get out,” Velvet said with a scowl, “I page Bella whenever a guy is done doing his business or if there is a problem.”

“This is creepy,” Paul said.