Sometimes, when he couldn’t resist anymore, he’d take me to the storage room next to your bedroom. The walls aren’t soundproof, you know. If you’d been awake, you might’ve heard some... rhythmic noises through the wall.
Oh, by the way, I don’t think the trash in the storage room has been taken out yet. If you’re feeling up to it, you should check it out. You might find a little surprise.]
A cold shiver clawed up my spine, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the storage room.