Moving over to where the thick drapes covered the window, I pulled desperately on the embroidered fabric, crying out in despair when I saw the heavy industrial-looking metal shutter that had lay hidden behind the curtains. Running my hands around the edges, I tried frantically to find some small gap to prise open the shutter but there was nothing, no gap, no padlock, no button. Nothing. I slammed my fists against it, the metal vibrating and the noise resounding through the room. Staring at that blasted shutter, a cold voice whispered in my ear, sending icy tremors scattering like spiders across my skin. He had them put there for you. All of this is for you. I crumpled onto the chair in front of the antique dresser, wrapping the sheet around my body and tucking my feet up underneath me. Ano
