"Please. Somebody help me!"
She had been crying all night. The moment the door opened and she saw him, the man with the crocodile eyes.
Eyes that could eat you up.
"Don't worry darlin'. Everything is gonna be alright. Not for you, of course. But for me? I'm swell." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath wet and sour on her neck. She could sense his Cheshire cat smile through the darkness.
Then he left, leaving the door open slightly.
He knew what he was doing. No one was there to help her.
But the temptation was too much.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"