THE ENIGMA INN

her strengths and had compelled her to visit the Enigma Inn. She ordered a ride and was on her way to the address at the back of the envelo

g among the trees as her adrenaline pumped on. The hotel itself was magnificent, with an old-world charm that made her feel like she had stepped back in time. The driver dropped her off along with her suitcases and drove off after being paid. She stared longingly into the forest and couldn't wait to be part of nature and seeing what nature could throw at her in the forest. A tall, slender man with a kind face hurried out of the hotel to greet her. "Welcome to the Enigma Inn" he said, a smile spreading across his face. "I'll be your bellhop for the duration of your stay. May I take your bags?" Liv nodded, relieved to hand over her heavy luggage, and he quickly whisked them away.

novated over the years, but the original architecture had been carefully preserved." The receptionist went on to explain that the hotel had been designed to cater to a wide range of tastes and preferences. "We want our guests to feel like they are stepping into a world of their own, a world where they can feel at home." She said. Liv nodded in understanding at her explanation she saw that she was the fifth person to check in and wondered how many rooms they had in total. "I'm sorry if my questions are getting too much, but then I would love to know how many people

t doesn't matter ma'am." The bellhop replied and made for the door again but was stopped. "Of course, it matters. I would be worried if I didn't know the name of my bellhop." "I'm sure my name would be the least of your worries ma'am. Have a great day." The bellhop quickly left the room leaving Liv stunned with the last statement he made. It was evening by the time Victor arrived at the road leading to the Inn. It was a long journey from where he lived here. It took long hours of sex before he made up his mind to come here, although he still had doubts in his mind. His heart pounded as he drove down the dark, winding road, the branches of the trees clawing at the car like bon

imposing man in his late 50s with salt-and-pepper hair, a well-tailored suit, and sharp, calculating eyes introduced himself. "Good evening. Sorry I'm late." Victor said, staring at the man whose presence exudes an

d him a key with the tag '006'. "Please this way." Mr Blackwood said/ordered.