“I will scream,” I threatened weakly.
“No one will hear,” he replied.
The estate was large.
Houses were spaced apart.
High walls absorbed sound.
I suddenly realized I had never truly spoken to any neighbor since moving in.
Everything had been carefully arranged.
“Why me?” I asked, tears finally spilling down my face.
“Because you fit,” he repeated.
His calmness terrified me more than shouting ever could.
Inside the house, I heard a faint vibration.
A low mechanical hum.
My eyes widened.
“That sound,” I whispered.
He followed my gaze upward.
“She must be awake again,” he said.
My stomach turned violently.
“You need to see properly,” he added.
Before I could resist, Musa gripped my arm firmly.
His fingers felt like iron clamps against my skin.
They dragged me toward the front door.
I kicked and struggled, but my strength felt useless against their coordinated movements.
The house swallowed us in silence.
