Episode 7

In the end, the sound of my scream was much louder than the sound, which echoed throughout the hallway, filling the space with an intense feeling of tension. To my surprise, John stopped abruptly and gave a small laugh, looking at me with a suppressed smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, his voice softening the tense atmosphere. "I guess I forgot to mention that there are some strange noises in here, but don't worry, we're safe. There are no ghosts in this place."

I felt my face burn with embarrassment at my exaggerated reaction. "Oh, no, it's okay," I murmured, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I just... wasn't expecting that."

John nodded understandingly, before resuming our walk down the shadowy hallway. Silence returned, but now it was accompanied by the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls, as I fought to contain the feeling of nervousness that still pulsed inside me.

"Dust," I said suddenly, trying desperately to change the subject. "I think I sneezed because of the dust in this place."

John looked at me with an amused smile. "Yeah, it looks like this place isn't the cleanest. Don't worry, we'll get to your room soon and you can rest."

As he continued talking, I thought about him again. "He seems cool for someone who looks like he beat his wife... Maybe he won't shoot at first if I run." 

Before I could finish my thought, I noticed that John had stopped abruptly in front of a door and turned to face me.

John took a set of keys out of his pocket and started looking for the right key, finding it after a few moments. With a firm movement, he unlocked the wooden door and slowly opened it, revealing the room beyond.

"This will be your room for the night," he said, stepping aside to let me pass. "Someone will be coming soon to deliver dinner, so you'd better get comfortable. Breakfast will be served at eight o'clock."

As he spoke, I walked over to take a look inside the room. The room was shrouded in soft gloom, with the only source of light being the lamp on the ceiling. Upon entering, I could see a simple but comfortable bed positioned in the center of the space. Next to her, there was a small metal table with a folding chair, and on the table sat a vase of delicate flowers, adding a touch of color to the room.

Next to the door, there was a wooden wardrobe, offering space to store clothes and belongings. On the opposite wall, a simple desk was leaned against, accompanied by a metal chair. Although there was no window, the lighting was enough to illuminate the room warmly.

"I hope you're comfortable here," John said, watching me carefully as I explored the space.Distracted by the softness of the bed, I allowed myself to sink into it for a moment, thinking wryly, "It kind of feels like luxurious bondage." However, before I could concentrate on that thought any further, I noticed that John was very quiet.

When I tried to look towards him, I noticed that the door was already closed. The abrupt sound of the lock closing resounded throughout the room.