Chapter Fifty Four: 'silence is golden for the flock that cannot lead itself.'
Lollop(vb) to move in an ungainly way, in a series of clumsy paces or leaping strides.
The day could not have been worse for Lorraine, it's pace was tantalising and with each hour that passed, she hoped for the return of the Devil. Her entire morning was spent coiled up in a blanket, seeking comfort in the scenery of nature as she sat on the balcony. Despite her nerves from the previous session, she was looking forward to getting back to her painting, it seemed to be only thing she could imagine calming her down and easing the fear of her being captured again. At least in the presence of Zyel, she would feel protected and safe from the demons that abducted her.
Her disappointment kept growing throughout the
