Hell in paradise 

I frantically screamed for help, my voice echoing through the empty office. The sound of running footsteps outside my door sent shivers down my spine and I could tell even from within that what was happening was really tough, I haven't been in this situation before in my life. I grabbed my handkerchief and tied it around my nose to block out the acrid smell filling the room. Desperation set in as I scanned the room for anything that could help me escape.

"Think, think, think," I muttered to myself, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, my gaze landed on a sturdy chair in the corner. With newfound determination, I rushed towards it and raised it up, feeling its weight in my trembling hands.

Breathing heavily, I made my way back to the door, adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a primal yell, I hurled the chair at the door, hoping to break through it at least. But to my dismay, the door remained intact, taunting me with its resilience.

"Come on, come on!" I urged, frustration and f