Chapter 62 - A Heated Night
The voice rang through her head like a hammer.
STOP!
She tried to command herself but the pain only grew and her hands twitched with agony.
"Miss Summers," the voice came again.
Quicker this time with something on its edge.
She tried to speak. To ask him why he was at her door. To ask him to leave. Lie that she was alright if it was her cries he had heard that brought him here.
But her mouth felt too full with teeth that felt like daggers.
They felt wrong even if that was the truest part of her.
Her tongue felt like sandpaper nailed to the roof of her mouth.
She heard the doorknob push down and that was in itself too loud. Soon enough, she could hear keys jingling.
She wanted to rush up to the door quickly. The longer she spent on this floor in torture, the more suspicious things would get.
