There was a saying that four walls and a door could keep the world out. But it turns out monsters come with keys too.
Belle had never thought the men after her would find her this fast, nor that they would come with such vengeance, intending to take her life, and anyone else's who stood in the way, even unintentionally. She tried to swallow the lump of despair forming in her throat as she ran from door to door down the corridor, pounding desperately, pleading for someone, anyone, to open up and help her. All the while, the men behind her slammed against the hallway door with growing fury.
But if anyone inside the rooms heard her cries for help, no one opened their doors. And Belle, despite the fear gnawing at her insides, couldn't blame them. No one would dare let a woman who carried death around her like a veil into their room. Still, she couldn't help but feel a flare of injustice toward everyone for leaving her helpless and utterly alone.
