The rest of the furniture was also dark wood, and massive, substantial pieces I wouldn’t be able to move.“Your bathroom is over there.” Francois made a stiff gesture to a door then watched me like he wanted me to open it.When I did, I found a claw-foot tub that I’d never get in, cracked porcelain floor tiles and an antique-looking toilet and sink. The citrus scent overlay continued in here, and when I returned my focus to the bedroom, Francois was standing by an open door on the other side of the room.“This is your closet.” He eyed me speculatively, his gaze clear for once. “I think the clothing should fit. Help yourself to anything you desire, ma petite.”He waved his hand expansively again, the perfect gesture of generosity, but I shuddered as I glanced around, trying to keep my reactions furtive.If I had to get out of this on my own, I needed a plan. So far, the path of least resistance wasn’t yielding results.Floor-to-ceiling drapes were closed on the wall opposite, but presu
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