ELISE
It turns out that the sick bastard had a basement in his house. I push through the trap door and climb the final stairs up into a bedchamber, his own judging by the male belongings.
As he implied, he is rich and his house is as large as that of a lord's. My first fear is that he would have an accomplice, someone else in this house that knew I was down there and had no qualms with his deeds. If he has someone here, they will not question it when they see me in the room and he nowhere to be found and I will undoubtedly have a fight on my hands. His bedchamber has a small attached closet but rather than pick one of his clothes to cover my nakedness with, I would rather go without. Not a single thing of his will ever touch my skin again, not if I can help it.
I push his door open sl
