Chap-148*Lost Everything For Nothing*

Cynthia Dion:

"Rosalie!" I called out for her, attempting to rouse her with a gentle face slap. "Ugh!" I grumbled, scanning the area until my gaze settled on the keys he had tossed aside while preparing for a heated rendezvous.

I tugged at my chain with all my might, but I still fell a foot short of grasping the keys. Regardless of my efforts to stretch my body, I remained unable to reach them.

"Alright! I need to think this through," I remarked, glancing at the clock. If I remember correctly, his men would be bringing him dinner in about an hour. That meant I had just one hour to orchestrate our escape. Since Rosalie remained unresponsive, it fell on me to devise a plan.

With careful consideration, I realized the task wasn't impossible. The bedroom was filled with furniture and assorted items, offering potential solutions if I used my wits. If I couldn't reach for the keys, something else could. My eyes settled on a lamp, a swing-arm lamp, the perfect tool for the job. I seized it,