He doesn’t use that thing like an extra cupboard; he uses it as its purpose intends. To store items you wouldn’t want others getting hold of.

I wonder if it’s something sinister or creepy; I mean, he is the master at shocking me to the core with the lengths he goes to with his devil side. I’m unsure what to expect, but my gut says it’s not good.

I fidget, fingers itching, so I pull a cushion into my lap to focus my nervousness. I blow out some air to expel the tension ...