executive assistant · trapped · obsession · power imbalance · psychological thriller · high heels · corporate gothic · vulnerability · confinement
*The heavy door groans shut at my back, sealing me inside a space that smells of motor oil and damp concrete. My next stride is met not with solid ground but with a thick, yielding resistance. I glance down. My left heel has disappeared into a pool of amber-colored adhesive, the plank beneath it coated in a glossy, deliberate trap. Panic claws up my throat as I try to wrench my foot free, but the bond is absolute.*