Hearing the stranger's voice, I returned to reality again, where I still stood behind the desk of the hotel and was holding documents in my small and narrow hands. I quickly handed the man passport and than he gave it to the man at the reception for scanning. It seemed like those few seconds lasted an eternity. The employee checked the data in the passport, while Arab guy stared at me without even blinking.

- Mr. Demir, everything is in order

After saying these words, the employee gave the documents to him and I just silently stood looking forward with a scared look. My heart was pounding at a very fast pace and it felt like my chest would explode at any moment. Everything happening right now seemed absolutely crazy and scary. I just want to get out of this damn place right now!

- Did you hear? Let's go!

- W-where? - I answered the voice I still did not consider to be mine, with difficulty and shaking.

- Where do you think, stupid woman? To our room, of course! - he answered as if it were perfectly normal and logical and went towards the corridor of the hotel.

The only thing I could do is follow this strange and dangerous stranger with fear, understanding that it is very stupid and wrong to follow him. The mind kept repeating that I must urgently leave here, but I felt powerless, my thoughts were disjointed, my heart pounded with fear, I seemed to feel how the veins in my throat swelled due to increased pressure in my body.

Bra straps under my... What is the name of this long robe that Arab women wear? Oh, yeah, under my abaya itched on my shoulders very much and breasts, apparently, were bigger than bra size, which made me very uncomfortable. In my ass there was a strange sensation of a thin piece of cloth between the cheeks that caused an unpleasant feeling, but I tried not to pay attention to it. And if we talk about this, then I was more worried that under the abaya there was nothing else except these bra, thong and some kind of long socks, althought I think they were called stockings.