The whole situation had Cynthia trembling in a way she never remembered doing before. She was just so out of her element here, so vulnerable thanks to this stupid shrinking virus and so frustrated because of this giant stranger's casual indifference that she wasn't able to think straight. It was hard for her to put herself in his shoes as a tired worker with finally some time to unwind when he just treated her belongings as if they weren't even there, yet it was hard to keep protesting or calling for his attention when she spotted the little movements on both sides of her, the pillars that could very easily crush her if this stranger decided to do something as simple as adjusting the position of his legs on the coffee table. 

But the thought that overrided it all was that she needed her space back. She needed to get this man out of here somehow, and only then she could feel like herself again, maybe forcing herself to sleep until Mary came back to rescue her. And after this experience, she would happily beg her as much as needed just to stay by her side for the rest of the vacations. 

With her game plan set, she picked up the dropped remote and walked away from the giant calves, the smell of fabric and street dirt replaced with something a bit warmer and more oppresive as she got near his socked feet, a mix of leather and sweat overtaking the previous smell. Cynthia hated that she could even notice such things, and tried to ignore how the stranger's feet stood even taller and more threatening even if she was now just in front instead of between them, as her trembling finger pressed and held the "volume up" button of the tiny remote. If shutting down the TV didn't work then messing up the volume would make him get out and ask for help, or at least get his head out of that damn smartphone and notice her.

And it worked.

"What the fuck?" The startled man looked up at the TV, his legs moving slightly to adjust his position. This took Cynthia by surprise and even if she didn't make contact with the stranger's foot or leg she still ended up falling on her ass and letting out a yelp that got easily drowned by the noise of the news reporter on the TV. 

"Ugh" the man pressed the mute button on his remote, lifted his legs from the coffee table and, still not glancing at Cynthia who was too startled herself to use the opportunity, threw carelessly the remote near her as he walked and checked the TV to see if there was something wrong with it. Cynthia immediately crouched down to avoid getting steamrolled by the giant remote, but now she finally had her chance.

"H-hey, this is my room, you need to leave" Cynthia shouted as loud as she could despite feeling so nervous but her voice was drowned again by the TV as the man used the buttons to lower the volume to a normal level. Cynthia stopped and now just walked next to the giant remote, confident that he would pick it up and finally end this ordeal noticing her. Sure enough, once the TV was at normal volume the stranger's gaze went back to his remote and locked in on her.

"H-hey, this is m- ahh!" Cynthia tried again but seeing the hand above her approaching changed her protest to a squeak. She could barely move before she found herself trapped in the stranger's fist and lifted in front of his unimpressed face

"Who are you?" The man said with his deep voice that sounded more scary from so close

"My name's Cynthia and.. this is my room" she answered, squirming weakly and too worried about the way the stranger's hand engulfed her body to be relieved that she finally could explain the situation.

"No, it's mine. The staff told me to take this room and discard whatever trash was there because a cleaning lady would pick it up soon" the man said matter of factly. Cynthia would have been fuming if she wasn't restrained with such ease, she just kept trying to free her arms at least.

"B-but there must be a mistake, it's my- gah" Cynthia was again interrupted, this time by the man's fist squeezing her tight enough to take the air out of her. She finally realized how stupid she was, why couldn't she just hide until Mary or Brian came back? now she was at the mercy of someone she didn't know at all and didn't seem friendly.

"There's not a mistake, they just didn't told me this was the reason" The man grinned, making Cynthia feel like she was trembling harder than ever despite being unable to move or squirm at all now.

What happens next?