Chapter 7
Rachelle picked up a hammer and slammed it into the door, it was pointless. It wouldn’t give. It had over a ton of its own weight pressed upon it. There was no hope of the forcing her way through the door, and yet she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising.
“My boyfriend should be helping your girlfriend. It’s fun having a girlfriend right? I wouldn’t know myself, after all. I have-.”
“How the hell-” Rachelle stopped, she wasn’t speaking the common tongue, neither was the girl, the girl was speaking the most fluent of English she had ever heard. “Why are you- How the hell did you get in? Am I dreaming you?”
The girl in violet burst out laughing, her shrill shriek like chuckle bouncing off the steel walls, and combined with the sight of the paint chipping and flak
