“I think someone’s at the door,” Camila croaked, struggling to breathe under the weight of Eduardo’s large palm circling her throat. “I need to get the door.” She said, her voice weak and trembling.
She struggled against Eduardo’s grip, trying to break free. He held her tightly, his face stone cold and lethal. He pushed her away.
She was trembling and clutching her neck, “Go and answer the door,” he said his voice husky. We have a lot to talk about, Camila. There are a few things that I’m confused about and need to clarify.”
Camila rushed to the door, her heart racing. She fumbled with the lock and pulled it open, she was greeted by the warm breeze which fanned her face and hair filling her up with a settling feeling.
She peered around but nothing or no one was standing by the door.
