Belle
When he locked the door, the violence in the aura kinda intimidated me. He acted weird, and it felt quite distant. Was it because I am unwell? Nope, definitely not. He wouldn't bother. Possibly, I did something wrong that he didn't like. Jeez! What was it again?
Before slumping inside the other room and pulling the curtain on, he told me to sit on the sofa near a small table and I obeyed. The trailer was tiny and the room itself was like a casket, dark and suffocating. Thanks to the window in its west side which maybe enables them to breathe properly.
There was no trace of Damien until I heard a weird sound arriving from the other room. It was like oil boiling in a pan. Having my curiosity flared, I pulled myself up and slowly, walked to the curtain. When I heard the noise again,
