Solita was just about done brushing her hair when she heard the voice, she turned, looking over her shoulder in a panic, trying to cover herself from his view. She reached over, grabbing a throw blanket for the edge of the bed so she could cover herself as she stood and backed up until her back was against the wall.
"I-I don't have anything sir," Solita spoke, her voice trembling as she spoke.
She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, growing more and more fearful with each passing moment, what if the man got mad because she didn't have anything and tried to hurt her.
She took a deep breath, her mind racing, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She could scream and end up hurt, or she could stand there and end up getting hurt.
So she did the same thing she had done in the past. She ran as fast as she could, her slender body surprisingly fast. She did lose the towel in the process as she barely slipped past the thief.