Forbidden Desire. | ✓

(26) Scared to Be Lonely.

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Sahara leans against the wall for support because her legs were barely holding her up. It was a double room, as in, there was a door inside the room she's in leading to another room. The room she is in right now is large, it could fit more than three master bedrooms in this one room. The doors leading to the other room were French doors so she could see through to the other room clear as day.

The side of the room she was began to scare the living daylights out of her. She began walking around, examining everything closer. Walking into the room, Sahara feels a cold breeze, an unwelcoming cold breeze. The room felt heavy on her chest, something about the atmosphere made it hard for her to breathe. Something inside her keeps telling her to run the hell out of there, but she's already here.

The walls in the room are filled with things. Upon closer examination, she begins to realize what they are. One side of the walls were organized and filled with guns from small ones to gigantic hunting-like ones. The expensive-looking wooden table underneath those hanging guns were full of accessories for the guns.

Doesn't sound so bad? Sahara keeps walking. The next part of the wall is decorated with knives, all kinds of knives but they do not look like kitchen knives. There's little splatters of dried up blood on the table underneath the knives, making Sahara shiver.

She finally stops in her tracks, there's two things in this room that made her realize what this room is. There's surgical table on one side of the room with chains and cuffs attached to the bed to trap someone on the bed...

On the other side of the room, there's a chair, not an ordinary chair, a chair made out of metal. It had cuffs around the arm-rests and the legs. It also had a contraption hanging off of the ceiling, right above the chair, which looks like it would fit onto someone's head.

When it suddenly dawned on her what she might've walked into, her blood runs cold. This is a torture room, this is a torture room, this is a torture room, Ya Allah, this is a torture room, she repeats over and over again in her head.

She scans the room to see the rest and it wasn't any more pleasant. It is filled with all kinds of torture gadgets and gizmos, it is truly the stuff from someone's nightmares. At first glance, the room looks almost cozy with its royal blue wallpaper and the wooden touch on the furniture, if you could even call it that. But once the eyes adjust, it'll be something out of the most terrifying Saw movie franchise nightmare.

(A/N: Saw is a movie series/frachise based on the sole purpose of torture. It's freaky as hell!! If you haven't seen it, watch the trailer on YouTube for one of the movies. But I'm warning you, it is not for the weak.)

She almost threw up at the thought of what happened or even happens in this room. This can't be Damian's, can it? There has to be some kind of a logical explanation to this. There has to be. She drags herself towards the French doors that leads to the other room. She could see a little bit of the other room through the doors from the light from the torture room reflecting into it.