Sara stood there for a minute. "Technically, I'm not an adult...legally..." she murmured before thinking carefully about Kiera's words. Don't trust the old man...
"Hmm, this is all too suspicious," she said to herself. "Best keep my guard up."
The girl Kiera didn't seem to think Sara would believe her. Well, she did. Sara didn't know why or how, she just did.
"So..." she said, turning to the two other guests. "Raise your hand if you think this is weird." She slowly raised her own. "Now, hear me out. That old guy is suspicious, all right. If I were you, I would probably keep my guard up and my weapons raised."
She walked off, into the lobby, where the old man was staring at her, almost hungrily.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt knotted hands reach up and cover her mouth, and the hoarse voice murmur, "You, missy, ain't going anywhere." Sara gasped. Why couldn't she see anything?
And she felt herself being carried down into a cellar, tied tightly to the wall, and gagged.