Ella POV
The elevator doors slid open, and David scooped me up in one swift motion. I struggled, pushing against him with all my strength, but it did nothing to break his grip. His hold was unyielding as he stepped out into the hallway.
Then he started running. The jarring motion of his sprint sent shockwaves through my body, making me feel like a rag doll in his arms. The world around me became a blur—impossible to make sense of anything.
When we finally stopped, the sudden halt made my stomach lurch, and nausea hit me hard. David pushed open a door and carried me inside. It was a dingy, bare hotel room—just a bed, a chair, and a desk. Nothing more.
Without warning, he dropped me onto the bed. I bounced, pain shooting through my pounding head as the impact reverberated through my body
