Chapter 424 Housebound With Pleasure:>Ep27

• Her heels touched down and she hesitated just one moment longer before pushing herself into it. Barefoot on the cold floor, she padded around the corner and into the dark of the kitchen, its wooden blinds drawn against the morning. It was laid out like a fancy open-back restaurant, with one marble countertop against the wall and a parallel island in the middle of the room. It was expensive-looking but oddly unadorned, like a lot of this house seemed to be. No knife block sitting out anywhere--though she did see the blender he'd used to make Katie's bland, disgusting food--but there were plenty of drawers.
• Emma felt stupid for a second, contemplating them: they were flush with their borders, and had no obvious way to pull. Finally, she tried pushing in on one corner, which gave a little click and a sigh as it bounced against springs to slide smoothly open. It was empty. So was the next. Was this whole place some kind of prop? The third drawer, at least, got her six identical rolls of plastic wrap; Emma shivered as she realized this was probably less for keeping food fresh, more for wrapping up struggling girls like packages. She shut it and tried the top one in the next set.
• Chagrin dropped through Emma like a sinkhole. She didn't want to have seen this. She didn't want to know this. She wanted to rewind, step backwards out of the kitchen, and erase the sight of the drawer from her mind. She wanted to be a good girl who stayed. She should have trusted her instincts.