A way out of this

The Mayor gives her one last look before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. The door closes behind him with a thud, leaving Iris alone with her thoughts and the folder of information on De-Martin - her new target, and the unsuspecting victim of the Mayor's cruel plan.

Iris is alone now, the room silent except for the humming of the lights. She lets out a long, shaky breath, her heart racing. She looks down at the folder in her lap, feeling a sense of dread and despair wash over her. She sits in silence for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and make sense of her situation. It's all so overwhelming, and she has no idea what to do next.

Iris slowly opened the folder, her hands shaking slightly as she began to read. The information about De-Martin is detailed and comprehensive - it's clear that the Mayor has done his research. But Iris can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness as she reads about the man she's supposed to seduce. How can she do this? How can she go through with this plan, when it means manipulating and deceiving someone for the Mayor's gain? She feels sick to her stomach, but she knows she has no choice.

As Iris reads through the files, learning more about her target, her mind is racing. She feels dizzy, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation. She wants to run away, to get as far away from the Mayor and this sick, twisted plan as possible, but she knows it's not an option. She's stuck here, trapped by the Mayor's control and his threats. She feels like she's caught in a nightmare, and she doesn't know how to wake up.

Iris continues reading, her eyes scanning over the pages of information about De-Martin. His interests, his habits, his quirks - everything is here, laid out in front of her in black and white. It feels almost clinical and cold, like she's studying a lab rat or an inanimate object, not a living, breathing human being. The thought makes her feel even more sick. She can't shake the feeling that what she's about to do is wrong, morally and ethically wrong, but she has no choice.

Iris flips through the pages, her mind running wild with thoughts and emotions. She feels like she's drowning in a sea of conflicting ideas and feelings, each battling for her attention and her morality. But one feeling stands out above all others - anger. She's angry at the Mayor for putting her in this situation, angry at herself for letting it come to this, and angry at De-Martin for being the target of the Mayor's scheme. She wants to scream, to lash out, to do anything to escape this feeling of helplessness and despair.

Iris clenches her hands into fists, feeling the anger and frustration build up inside her. She wants to scream, to throw things, to do anything that will let out some of the emotion bubbling up inside of her. But she knows that won't solve anything. She needs to keep her head, to stay focused and plan her next move. She takes another deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She needs to think, to find a way out of this mess, and fast.

Tears well up in Iris's eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. She's angry, angrier than she's ever been in her entire life. She's angry at the Mayor, for manipulating her and her family, for ruining her life. She's angry at her father, for getting them tangled up in this mess in the first place. And she's angry at herself, for not being strong enough to fight back, for letting herself become a pawn in the Mayor's sick game. The tears flow freely down her cheeks, a mixture of sadness, fear, and frustration.

As the tears stream down her face, Iris feels a wave of helplessness wash over her. She feels alone, trapped in a situation beyond her control. She wants to scream, to throw things, to hit something, anything to release some of the tension and frustration building up inside of her. But she knows that won't solve anything, and it won't get her out of this mess. She takes another deep breath, trying to compose herself. She needs to find a way out of this, and fast.

Iris tries to steady her thoughts, to think of a plan, but it's hard when her mind is racing and her emotions are all over the place. She glances down at the file in her lap, the one containing the information about De-Martin, the one that spells out her fate. She feels a wave of anger and disgust wash over her again. She can't do this, she can't go through with the Mayor's plan. But what choice does she have?"

Iris looked up from the folder, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked around the room, feeling claustrophobic and desperate to get out. She stood up, her legs shaking with emotion, and made her way to the intercom.

"Hello? Nurse?" she said, her voice shaky and unsure. "Can you call the doctor for me, please? I need to talk to him."

The nurse's voice crackled through the intercom, sounding surprised but also a little concerned.

"Oh, hello Iris. Is everything alright? Do you need something?"

Iris takes a deep breath, trying to sound composed and steady, but her voice betrays her nerves.

"I'm fine," she says. "But I need to speak to the doctor as soon as possible. It's important. Can you please call him for me?"

The nurse's voice came through the intercom again, a hint of confusion in her tone.

"Alright, I'll call the doctor for you. Just give me a moment."

Iris stands by the intercom, waiting anxiously for the doctor to come. She fidgets with the hem of her hospital gown, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

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