Chapter 284 The Tourist Trap(Erotica):>Ep8

• "H-have... Did you move my bag?" she asked under her breath, too quiet for him to hear because she knew it wasn't possible, she had been watching him the whole time. Will hadn't even noticed her leave his side, still transfixed by the white light, as if trying to decode it. He was uncharacteristically anxious. There was another identical window on the other side of the room by the kitchen, and Will thought it was quite convincing from afar, but now he was paying attention, it was clear that between the thin slits of wood was just brightly-lit glass. He would have been impressed by the feat of design had it not filled him with a hollow dread. It made the space feel smaller, more confined. Suddenly having phone signal felt important.
• Ellen gave a sarky wave to get his attention as he stared past her, "Hello?" she whinged, "My bag, have you seen it?"
• He was only half paying attention, absentmindedly shaking his head before moving sedately over to the front door. Ellen rolled her eyes, looking back down and forcing herself to confront the obvious: in the little time she had been sitting on the couch and examining the blinds, her belongings had vanished. She drew a breath, preparing to say something to Will but couldn't find the words. Instead she looked up to find him tugging the handle of the large monolithic front door. He wasn't frantic, but she could tell that for someone subdued like Will he was fraying at the edges. Even she found a pang of excited panic growing in her belly. They were trapped in here.